She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.

Not that I'd really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option I'd wanted to keep open if I could.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

I think I’ll just go take a shower,” I said. It wasn’t until Samuel stiffened that I remembered I’d just come out of the shower. So much for playing normal.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.