Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?" "If you like." "Oh," he said, "I like.

If Myrnin pokes his crazy head up before then, call me and try to keep him, you know, stable.' 'Is he UNstable?' 'I don't know, how can I tell? You're the crazy whisperer!' She had a point. Claire couldn't help but smile about that.

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble..." "yeah." She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.