A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Texts.

Love. It's So Close To Hate, It's Almost Indistinguishable.

That Was The Thing About Pictures--they Were Worth A Thousand Words, But Sometimes They Weren't The Right Ones.

And Kingsley Being Kingsley, He Smiled As He Pretended To Pull The Trigger.

Kingsley Smiled His Cheshire Smile. And Without A Word, He Called Up The White Darkness - The Subvertio - A Spell That Unlocked What Could Not Be Unlocked, That Destroyed What Could Not Be Destroyed. There Was A Rumbling, A Shaking, Like The Strongest Earthquake, And The Iron Gate Crumbled, And The Path Began To Melt. The Demon Shrieked, But Kingsley Just Looked At Mimi The Entire Time. "azrael...

Jack Force Was More Than She Had Ever Dared Wish For, And He Was Better Than A Dream Or A Fantasy Because He Was Real. He Was Far From Perfect, Moody And Distant At Times, And Burdened With Sharp Temper And An Impulsiveness That Was Part Of His Dark Nature. But She Felt More Love For Him Than She Thought Possible. He Wasn't Perfect, But He Was Perfect For Her. (schuyler Van Alen)