Jailbait," He Declared, Leaping Up. "you're A

Stick." I Said In Russian. I Had No Clue What The Word For Stake Was. I Pointed At The Silver Ring I Wore And Made A Slashing Motion. "stick. Where?" He Stared At Me In Utter Confusion And Then Asked In Perfect English, "why Are You Talking Like That?

You Guys Are So Caught Up In Your Polished Images And Your Passive-aggressive Comments That No One Ever Comes Right Out And Says Anything. Well, I'm Going To.

We're Pieces On A Gameboard, Dr. March, And Some Of Us Are More Powerful Than Others. You. Me. Her. We're The Ones The Gods Want. We're The Ones They're Fighting Over.

Fine, I Guess It's Ok Then. Go Ahead." "huh? What's Ok?" "it's Okay If You Marry My Brother.

I've Given Up On You...love Fades. Mine Has.