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.
I'm a monster, not a moron.
And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.
Battle scars from the war of good versus evil have a unique beauty all their own.
merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again
Damien has died and gone straight to gay boy heaven,' Shaunee said.