Trust Emmett to find the joke in the destruction of my life.

"Victoria?" she hissed. "Laurent?" I nodded, a teensy bit alarmed by the expression in her black eyes. I pointed at my chest. "Danger magnet, remember?"

I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.

There's no law that says I can't cook in my own house." - Charlie Swan

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?" I asked. My voice broke twice. He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered. "But we have lot of reasons to be happy. For one, we're alive." "Yes," I agreed. "That's a good one." "And together," he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim.

Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.