If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don’t waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.” -Barrons

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.

When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?

I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb." My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.

Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.