[First line] “The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.

Dinner's in one hour. If you're not back, sitting at the table, I'll beat you all unconscious with a spatula.

Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

Fate rules. You follow the steps and you plan and you work. Then fate slips in laughing and makes fools of us. Sometimes we can trick it or out guess it but most often its already written. For some its written in blood. That doesn't mean we stop, but it does mean we can't comfort ourselves with blame. It's easier to take the blame than to admit there was nothing you could do to stop whatever happened.

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick

- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.