Fear Makes Idiots Out Of Us All,

You Play Games With People's Lives.(...) You Forget That They Are Fragile.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.

Yes,” I Told Him. “i Think The Guy Playing The Pirate King Was Awesome.” He Stopped Where He Was. “what?” I Asked, Frowning At The Big Smile On His Face. “i Didn’t Say I Liked The Pirate King,” He Told Me. “oh.” I Closed My Eyes—and There He Was. A Warm, Edgy Presence Right On The Edge Of My Perception. When I Opened My Eyes, He Was Standing Right In Front Of Me. “cool,” I Told Him. “you’re Back.” He Kissed Me Leisurely. When He Was Finished, I Was More Than Ready To Head Home. Fast. “you Make Me Laugh,” He Told Me Seriously.

Wizards Are A Secretive Lot.

I Could Hear Him Laughing. Son Of A Bit*h. I Would Kill Him. I Didn't Care If He Was Coyote Or The Son Of Satan.he Was A Dead Man Walking.