I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.
What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.
I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.
Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.
I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.
A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.