I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.

"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?"

You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?