Some People Read Books For Fun.

You Can't Save Everyone, Though God Knows You Try.

Sometimes Talking To You Is Like Talking To Myself: Pretty Damned Annoying.

Adrian's Face Was The Picture Of Perfect Politeness And Restraint, Meaning Something Disastrous Was About To Happen.

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

Fine, I Guess It's Ok Then. Go Ahead." "huh? What's Ok?" "it's Okay If You Marry My Brother.