I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.