They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood

After All The Planets And All The Hosts You've Left Behind, You've Finally Found The Place And The Body You'd Die For. I Think You've Found Your Home, Wanderer.

I Tried To Be Diplomatic, But Mostly I Just Lied A Lot.

You…made…me…faint,” I Accused Him Dizzily. “what Am I Going To Do With You?” He Groaned In Exasperation. “yesterday I Kiss You, And You Attack Me! Today You Pass Out On Me!” I Laughed Weakly, Letting His Arms Support Me While My Head Spun. “so Much For Being Good At Everything,” He Sighed. “that's The Problem.” I Was Still Dizzy. “you're Too Good. Far, Far Too Good.

Fine,' Jared Snapped. 'but If You Try Cuddling Up To Me Tonight... So Help Me, O'shea." Ian Chuckled. ' Not To Sound Overly Arrogant, But To Be Perfectly Honest, Jared, Were I So Inclined, I Think I Could Do Better.

I Like The Night. Without The Dark, We'd Never See The Stars.