She Doesn't Understand What She's Asking, Jean-claude

I Loved Him, But Love Isn't Enough. All The Fairy Tales, The Romance Novels, The Soap Operas; They're All Lies. Love Does Not Conquer All.

That Disapproving Look Was Back In Her Eyes. Her Teacher Face. The One That Could Make You Squirm From Ten Paces, Even If You Were Innocent. And I Hadn't Been Innocent For Years.

Still It Might Be Nice, Once In A While, Not To Have To Choose Between Evils. Just Once, Couldn't I Choose The Lesser Good?

Sometimes It Would Be Nice Not To Have To Do My Best. Sometimes It Would Just Be Nice Not To Have A Crisis To Deal With. - Anita Blake

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.