I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got what it takes to fight or if you’ve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you there’s steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasn’t. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

A little blood never bothers me.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.