I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.

The worst, the very worst requirement of friendship, in Eve Dallas's opinion, was sitting through an entire evening of childbirth classes. What went on there--the sights, the sounds, the assault on all the senses--turned the blood cold.

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

Listen carefully. I'd crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?