Sometimes, Fact Mixed With Fiction So Thoroughly

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

I Can Always Make Things Longer Than I Intend For Them To Be, But Cutting Things Down Is Just Brutal. It's Like Cutting Off Your Fingers Every Time You Lose A Word.

If I Were To Continue On With 'the Host,' Which Is A Possibility, There Are Characters And Stories That Could Continue... If I Went Ahead With That, It Would Be Two More... Next Would Be 'the Soul,' And Then 'the Seeker.

Here's To Responsibility," He Toasted. "twice A Week." "and Recklessness Every Day In Between," I Emphasized. He Grinned And Touched His Can To Mine.

I'm Not Like A Car You Can Fix Up. I'm Never Gonna Run Right" Bella