Don’t Lick The Guests, Darling. Bad Manners.

Moonlight Streamed In, Sending Loving Beams Over His Face. He Closed His Eyes And Basked In It, And I Could Tell It Was Calling To Him, Even Though The Moon Was Not Full. She Didn't Speak To Me, But Samuel Had Once Described Her Song To Me In The Words Of A Poet. The Expression Of Bliss On His Face While He Listened To Her Music Made Him Beautiful.

Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

Mercy?” “just A Minute,” I Told Adam. “i'm In The Middle Of A Revelation.

Are We Going To Portland?" I Asked. "or Multnomah Falls?" He Smiled At Me. "go To Sleep." I Waited Three Seconds. "are We There Yet?" His Smile Widened, And The Last Of The Usual Tension Melted From His Face. For A Smile Like That, I'd...do Anything.

Zealots Are Like One Track-pony. Don't Get In Their Way Without Expecting To Get Hurt.