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

You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward." He smiled. "I don't lie to you." "Really," I said. The smile became a grin. "Okay, not most of the time, anymore." His face sobered. "I'm not lying now.

Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself." "Why?" I said. "If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.

I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.

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

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

Larry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He'd forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.