If Love Doesn't Make A Fool Of

What If There's A Fire?" Glenna Said Sweetly, And Cian Merely Smiled. "then I Guess You'd Better Open A Window, And Fly.

Maybe You Could Casually Mention To Zoe That I'm Not Now, Nor Have I Ever Been, An Axe Murderer." "i'll See If I Can Work It Into Our Next Conversation," Flynn Promised.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

"it Doesn't Matter How Long It Takes." She Thought Of Him, Of Them, The Lifetime Already Shared. "it's How Long It Lasts."

Into The Night, In The Dark, He Lay Beside Her, Listening To Her Breathe. He Knew The Varied And Sundry Reasons A Man Would Kill. But None Were More Fierce, None Were More Vital Than To Hold Safe What He Loved.