I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.

That's impossible," Gwen gasped. "The fastest I've ever run on a treadmill was ten and a half minutes and I nearly died. And it was only one mile. I had to rest for hours and eat chocolate to revive myself.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.

We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.

There was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didn’t care.