Am I horny enough to hump a bedpost?" Mica asked. "Not quite yet. Should I consult with you first, Doctor?" Sarcasm lay thick and heavy in her voice. "I believe a consult would be a good idea." Ely nodded with mocking solemnity as Mica lifted herself onto the gurney. "You never know what you may end up hurting if the act isn't done properly.

It's a good thing I'm a reasonably patient woman. Otherwise, I might have to kill you.

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

Men sucked. They were the root of every problem any woman could ever have. They were the reason for bras, the need for makeup, hair stylists, shaving legs, and high heels that made the arch feel like it had a steel rod slammed up it. They were picky, arrogant, argumentative, and so damned certain of themselves <...>.

I love you, Anya,” he said. “You are my soul.

Enclose your heart in times of need with the steel of your determination and your strength. In doing this, all things will be bearable.

I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it.