She Understood His Passion Because She Felt

Some People Are Like Slinkies.they Aren't Really Good For Anything, But They Still Bring A Smile To My Face When I Push Them Down A Flight Of Stairs.

Ben Rubbed His Muzzle Over Kyle’s Shoulder In A Way That I Think Was Supposed To Be Reassuring. Kyle Sucked In A Breath. Either It Hurt, Or The Reminder That The Werewolf Was Big Enough To Rub His Shoulder Without Much Effort Wasn’t Exactly Reassuring. “ben, When Was The Last Time You Brushed Your Teeth?” Asked Kyle. Or Else Ben’s Breath Was Really Bad.

"i Thought Indians Built Fires With Fiction." .... "i Can Do That, But I'd Like To Eat Sometime In The Next Day Or So. Sterno And Bic Are Much Faster."

If You Could Just See Your Face,” She Told Me. “you Look Like A Cat In A Bathtub.

I Jerked My Chin Toward Frost’s Body. ‘all That Is Required For Evil To Prevail Is For Good Men To Do Nothing.’ Hao Said, “life Is Not Safe. A Man Might Spend His Whole Time On Earth Staying Safe In A Basement, And In The End, He Still Dies Like Everyone Else.” Half-naked, Covered With The Same Filth We All Were, He Still Gave The Impression Of Being In Control Of Himself And His Environment.