Shannon: Only The Living Suffered. Only They

I Feel Something For You, Some Dangerous Thing, Some Volatile Thing.

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.

When You Love Someone, You Have To Be With Them, Don't You? To Be Part Of Their Life, To Have Them Be Part Of Yours." Glory In Death

It's Major Ketchup In The Bathroom With The Laser Scalpel." "hmm." He Sliced A Delicately Herbed Spear Of Asparagus. "obviously We Were Meant For Each Other As I Can Interpret That As You Meaning Something More Like Colonel Mustard In The Conservatory With The Candlestick.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.