You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.

Bring it on, Tinker Bell.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.