Such A Small Thing To Cause So

Never Trust A Mechanic Who Drives New Cars. They're Either Charging Too Much Money For Their Work, Or They Can't Keep An Old Car Running - Maybe Both.

For Adam, Screwed-up Bonding Thing Or Not, I’d Wait Forever. “really?” He Asked In A Tone I’d Never Heard From Him Before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam Didn’t Do Vulnerable. “really What?” I Asked. “despite The Way Our Bond Scares You, Despite The Way Someone In The Pack Played You, You’d Still Have Me?” He'd Been Listening To My Thoughts. This Time It Didn't Bother Me. “adam,” I Told Him, “i’d Walk Barefoot Over Hot Coals For You.

Tim Was Dead. And He's Always Been A Loser. I'd Be Damned If I Was Going To Be The Victim Of A Loser - Or Anyone Else.

Trying Is Always Enough.

When I Write, I Get Glimpses Into Future Novels.