I Belong Wherever I Want To Be.

A Hundred Yards Away, Mike Newton Was Lowering Bella's Limp Body To The Sidewalk. She Slumped Unresponsively Against The Wet Concrete, Her Skin Chalky As A Corpse. I Almost Took The Door Off The Car.

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

The Best 4 Letter Word In The World Is Hope

Sometimes I’m Afraid That I’m Losing Myself.