Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.

He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even...

Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.

Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.

I caught the look Benjamin gave me. "What?" "Nothing. We just thought a svetocha would be more, well, difficult." Leon's mouth twitched. "I do seriously want a slushie." I tried a tentative smile. I definitely liked him now. "I haven't had one in ages. Maybe the guys outside—the double blonds—would want one, too?" For some reason Leon found that utterly fricking hysterical. He snorted and chuckled all the way through Housewares to the Health and Beauty section, and even Benjamin unbent enough to grin.

And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.

I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.