So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense.

It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

I always wanted an eccentric daughter . I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.