Either I can stay up here and freeze my ladycrackers off trying to find a falling star, or you can do something about it yourself. I— and my freezing nether regions— would thank you most assuredly. As would all of Dalkeith. Do something, man.” - Grimm

Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.

See me when you look at me.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.