Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!

I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.

Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds another." "You know we're way past 'near-death', right?" "My endorphins aren't listening to you.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately?

Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod

Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.