Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed None rose to burn as bright As Lucifer, the Morning Star, And Lucinda, his Evening Light

I love you too much to say goodbye.

Strangling is the most intimate way to kill someone.

Now lemme get this straight," she said in a throaty, nasal voice. "You put the lime in the cocanut and drink 'em both up--whoa, long faces. What am I interrupting?

I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.

This was weird. The thing that could have driven two friends instantly apart was actually drawing them closer together.

And the way he looked at her was so intense, his big green eyes probing into her, like he approved of everything she held inside.