Mimi was massaging Salander's back and neck. She had been kneading intently for 20 minutes while Salander mainly enjoyed herself and uttered an occasional groan of pleasure. A massage from Mimi was a fantastic experience, and she felt like a kitten who just wanted to purr and wave its paws around.

Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.

I'm not going to apologize for the way I've led my life.

Plague might be a social incompetent, but he was unquestionably a genius.

She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

Lie rather still because this is the first time I've used this equipment.