I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It’s a talent of mine.
It'll only hurt for a second. Promise.
My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.
Lothaire:Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.
I got nothing. Even the spies I'm spying on who are spying on other spies got nothing.
There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.