You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.

Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.

Ah, Jenks? It’s not a lake, it’s a friggin’ freshwater ocean. Did you see the size of the tanker going under the bridge when we came into town? The wake from it could tip us. I’m not canoeing it unless your name is Pocahontas.

God, it stinks,” I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. “It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.

I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.