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.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

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

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.