Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.