Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben’s reflexes had saved him. “Please stop doing that!” Ben barked. “Please keep doing that!” Hi warbled.

I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.

Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

Im studying jerkoffs in the wild," Ben answered dryly. "This seemed like a good chance to view one up close.

Everyone’s gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.

Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of sensible shoes.

I've been accused of being a minimalist writer. I don't like a lot of verbiage in there.