Fools fight; winners think.

You could say I'm on the troubleshooting squad." "Troubleshooting?" He put a hand on the back of his waistband. "I see trouble and I shoot it.

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.

So,high heels weren't a modern invention. I couldn't believe women had been putting up with these torture devices for centuries.

Nobody said anything that time. Or maybe I just wasn’t listening. After all, someone had to keep an eye on the fridge.

I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.