I Can't Go More Than 72 Hours

I Love Men Who Have A Lot Going On In Their Lives, Like I Do.

My Life Is Very Crazy And Busy, But I Love It That Way.

Then You Don't Know. You Can't Know What It Feels Like To Meet A Person And Suddenly Know Without A Doubt That The Whole Purpose Of Your Life So Far-every Choice You Made, Every Twist Of Fate Along The Way-was Just A Journey To Get You To That Person. My Life Started When I Met Clea. Every Minute Without Her Is Just Killing Time Until We Can Be Together Again.

I Know I Can Handle Dramatic Roles, But I Don't Think I Should Have To Play A Young Mother On Crack To Prove It.

I'd Seen Sage Bleed. I'd Made Sage Bleed. Not That It Hurt Him Any; He Healed So Quickly...in Smaller Doses It Has Incredible Healing Powers. Ben's Voice Rang Out In My Head. I Remembered He Said That Earlier, About...the Elixir Of Life.the Crackpot, Completely Bogus, Absolutely Insane Elixir Of Life.did It Actually Exist? Had Sage Had Some? Enough To Keep Him Alive, Young, And Speed-healing For The Last Five Hundred Years?and If So, Had He Used That Time To Find One Woman, Again And Again In Different Incarnations, To Love Her...or Destroy Her?