Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of

He Won't Be One Of Those Girlishly Pretty Men With Curly Gold Hair...he'll Be Dark, Dangerous, Too. Brave, Certainly, But Not Without Flaws. I Like My Heroes Human.

She Was Tough In The Best Sense Of The Word. She'd Taken Blows, The Disappointments, And Had Worked Her Way Through Them. Some People, He Knew, Would Have Buckled Under, Found A Clutch, Or Given Up. But She Had Carved A Place For Herself And Made It Work.

We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done, What We've Survived All Go Into Us.

I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

He Gave Her A Quick, Casual Kiss On The Cheek First. Then Came The Hug, And It Was The Hug That Always Made Laurel’s Heart Mush. Serious Grip, Cheek To The Hair, Eyes Closed, Just A Little Sway. Del’s Hugs Mattered, She Thought, And Made Him Impossible To Resist.