She's magnificent," Radius said, smiling proudly as he vaulted the steps and followed Aphrodite. "I can think of a lot of m words that she could be. Magnificent isn't one of them," Stark grumbled. "Mental and mean pop into my head," I said. "Manure pops into mine," Stark said. "Manure?" "I think she's full of shot, but it's too many words and doesn't start with an m, so that's as close as I could get," he said.

Sometimes the people closest to you betray you, and your home isn't a place you can be happy anymore.

"You ever have that happen where you meet someone and just - clash? We were like a gravel and cream sandwhich." "That is the weirdest thing you have ever said. I suppose you were the cream?" "Of course I was the cream. Sha."

I believe there is little you cannot do once you set your mind to it.

Here's the bottom line; writers write. Sometimes words flow easily. Sometimes it's like sloughing through mud. Either way a professional writer keeps writing.

Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean.

But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.