It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.

Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.