The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.

If I propose, you'll know it. For one thing, I'll be hyperventilating.

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

I sighed and gestured toward him. "I'll take him." In an undertone, I added, "Don't let me down, Zmey.

Okay, but if you try to get me to pray with you, I walk.

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father.