Out Last Chance Is A Cat's Magic

What We Prefer To Read Is Sort Of Like Sexual Preference, You Like What You Like. Most Of The Time You Have No Clue Why.

I'm Not Real Big On Repentence ... I Like Revenge Better.

That's What You Get For Telling The Truth. Someone Calls You A Liar. Most People Will Accept A Likely Lie To An Unlikely Truth. In Fact, They Prefer It.

It Means Black Kitten," I Said With My Pulse Almost Even Again. Ares Studied Me. "and You're Ok With Them Calling You Their Black Kitten?" "they're Wererats, Ares," I Said. He Frowned At Me. "they're Not Calling Me Their Little Black Rat. Think It Through.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.