Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.

God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.

That’s my girl,” she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I’ll take the waif in. I promise I’ll bring this one up properly.

Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron.

You should be dead," he said, his voice full of wonder. "How is it that you're still alive?" Jaw clenched, I worked at his grip on me, trying to get my fingers between him and my wrist. "I work hard at it.