Some Laws Were Meant To Be Broken.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.

She Had Never Thought About Her Name Much Before, But When He Said It, It Was As If She Were Hearing It For The First Time - The Hard T, The Caress Of The Double S, The Way It Seemed To End On A Breath.

I Take Your Hand, Brother, So That You May Go In Peace.

I Feel A Sense Of Responsibility," Said Jordan. "and Where Is This Feeling Located? In Your Pants, Perhaps?

If I Held A Revolver To Your Head, James, And Pulled The Trigger, Would It Really Matter If I Did Not Know That There Were Not Bullets In The Chambers?