Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.

And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're mad at him.I can feel it; which means I really don't have to be nice to him.' 'I thought you were friends.' 'What part of sociopath didn't you understand?' he asked.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.

Silk didn't care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I'd earned my right to be paranoid.