It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do
A lamb in a city of wolves.
We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.
Superglue after duct tape a girl's best friend.
His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.
Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.