She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

Do I need to ease up on the psychedelics, or did LP just recall one of her past lives unprompted at the most crucial juncture ever?

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

Because she was seventeen, and still alive, against thousands of years' worth of odds.Because she knew enough to fear what the future would bring.

Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.

And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.