Words are easy. It's convincing the heart that's hard.
Right before I was escorted to the jail, Fawn waved bye bye to me. I smiled. My empty, pointless life for hers. Not bad.
Reviewing our fight, I asked Janco, “Why do you rhyme when you fight?
Only Valek would consider an attempt on my life a fascinating diversion.
Nothing like having a warrant for your execution to get a girl motivated.
Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies." He grinned. "No sense doing things halfhearted. And to think, some girls have to endure listening to poetry.