I Don't Break; I Bounce.

My Foster Mother Always Laughed And Said It Was His Reputation For Knowing Everything That Allowed For Him To Appear Infallible: All He Had To Do Was Walk Through The Room And See Who Looked Guiltiest When They Saw Him. Maybe She Was Right, But I Tried Looking Innocent The Next Time, And It Didn't Work.

She Understood His Passion Because She Felt The Same Way: As If Nothing Was More Important Than The Touch Of Her Skin To His, As If She'd Die If He Left Her.

Usually The People I Do Know Are Sufficient To Spawn Any Number Of Nightmares Without Inventing Any.

He Had Lived A Very Long Time, And Only Since He Gained Anna Had He Learned To Fear. He’d Discovered That He Had Never Been Brave Before—just Indifferent. She Had Taught Him That To Be Brave, You Have To Fear Losing Something.

The Warmth Of His Body Shouldn’t Have Felt Good. He Was Angry And Every Muscle Was Tense. It Was Like Being Leaned On By A Very Heavy, Warm Brick. A Sexy Brick.