I Hated Missing The End Of Anything.

A Flower May Be Beautiful All On Its Own, But A Person Is Never Truly Beautiful Unless Someone's Eyes Show Him That He Is Beautiful.

It Means Black Kitten," I Said With My Pulse Almost Even Again. Ares Studied Me. "and You're Ok With Them Calling You Their Black Kitten?" "they're Wererats, Ares," I Said. He Frowned At Me. "they're Not Calling Me Their Little Black Rat. Think It Through.

The Fey In This Country Keep To Themselves, And Are A Separate Nation, Much Like The American Indians, But With Even More Autonomy.

Never Interrupt When You're Winning.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.