Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?"

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

Tell Him I Took The Cat

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

I'd Always Loved To Read - And Come From A Family Of Readers - But I Never Thought About Writing As A Career.

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.