Unbelievable," I heard Christian mutter behind me. "She toops them both?" I head Drustan ask. "And they permit it?" Dageus sounded baffled. I looked between V'lane and Barrons. "This isn't even about me." "You're wrong about that." Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "You know how to find me if you want me." He was walking away. "More nifty acronyms?" He was gone.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

We will K‘Vruck the world.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.