I don't have kids, but in many ways I feel I've had them already. I don't want to say I raised my brothers - that sounds too strong - but actually I do feel like that a bit.

Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice. 'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?' 'Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...

No matter how nice the company one might be with, however, it is never pleasant to have a rifle pointed at one's back.

Someone Hot is sometimes can't be the person they appear to be- except for their hotness... that cannot be denied.

Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible. She's not dead. Not this time.

But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.

Not like this vision before us, who was shaking water out of his slightly overlong reddish-brown hair as he leaned over to lay down his board (revealing, as he did so, the fact that beneath his baggy swim trunks—so weighted down with water that they had sunk somewhat dangerously low on his hips—lurked what appeared to be an exceptionally well-formed gluteus maximus)