No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.

I wasn‘t—" I began. I didn‘t—" He began. How charming," V‘lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. "The very portrait of human domestic bliss. She‘s on the floor, you‘re towering over her. Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I‘ll kill him.

Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.

Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it." "What?" He looked confused

Friends don’t build cages for each other.