Some People Read Books For Fun.

I Know How You Guys Feel About Us. I'm Not Stupid, And Believe Me, I've Tried To Get You Out Of My Head. But There Isn't Enough Liquor Or Art Or Any Other Distraction In The World To Do It. I Had To Stop Going To Wolfe's Because It Was Too Hard Being That Close To You, Even If It Was All Just Pretend Fighting. I Couldn't Stand The Touching. It Was Agonizing Because It Meant Something To Me－and I Knew It Meant Nothing To You. I Kept Telling Myself To Stay Away Altogether, And Then I'd Find Excuses… Like The Car… Anything To Be Around You Again.

I've Given Up On You...love Fades. Mine Has.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.

...but Dimitri...well, My Former Lover And Instructor Was In A Category All His Own. His Fighting Skills Were Beyond Anyone Else's, And He Was Using Them All In Defense Of Me. "stay Back," He Ordered Me. "they Aren't Laying A Hand On You.

Um, Thanks,” She Said. It Was Nice To See One Woman Finally Immune To That Accent. That Wasn’t To Say Rose Wasn’t A Sucker For Accents. She Just Preferred Hers From The Other Side Of Europe.