Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes... " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.

Pierce jerked his hand from Trent and pushed himself straight. “Kalamack Industries,” he said, expression twisted as he wiped his hand on his pants. “I knew your father.” “I do not freaking believe this,” I said, shifting to stand where I could see both of them. Al beamed. “Amazing who you can meet in an elevator.

Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds.

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.