Christ On A Cracker. You Raped Achilles!

How Will It Ever Be Bearable, Priestess?” His Voice Was Rough. He Sounded Completely Broken. “you’ll See Her Again. She’s With Nyx Now. She’ll Either Wait For You In The Goddess’s Meadow, Or She’ll Be Reborn And Her Soul Will Find You Again During This Lifetime. You Can Bear It Because You Know That Spirit Never Really Ends-we Never Really End.

No, My Young Apprentice. You Said The Exact Right Thing. Again. I'm Just Laughing At Life." "why?" He Asked, Opening Both His Eyes. "because Sometimes It's Either Laugh Or Cry. I Prefer Laugh. How About You?

Oh, God, Shannon. You're Blowing My Mind." Clint's Morning Voice Was Rich With Passion. I Wanted To Correct Him And Explain That It Wasn't His Mind I Was Blowing, But My Mother Had Taught Me It Was Impolite To Speak When One's Mouth Was Full.

If I Died, Would It Get Me Out Of My Geometry Test Tomorrow? One Could Only Hope.

That Don't Look Good," Kramisha Said. "not Good At All." She Paused And Then Her Eyes Went From Me To Heath, Whose Attention Was So Focused On Me I Swear He Didn't Look Like He Would Notice If A Giant White Elephant In A Tutu Danced Around The Room. "ain't That The Human Kid Who Was Down Here Before?