I Like To Have A Hero A

Not That I'd Really Been Planning On Keeping The Attack Secret; It Had Just Been An Option I'd Wanted To Keep Open If I Could.

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.

My Will Broke At The Sound Of His Voice, And My Head Turned With As Much Inevitability As A Sunflower Turning Its Face To The Sun.

Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.

Don't Make Light Of Any Man's Pain.