Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.
Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped
We will K‘Vruck the world.
You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.
Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?
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!