Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me.

I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan