The Simple And Most Complex Answer Is

Happy Fuller: Somehow You Always Love In A Special Way The One Who Gives You The Most Grief.

Roarke's Brow Cocked As He Noted Casto Take In The Black Satin That Slithered Over Eve's Body. In The Manner Of Men Or Unfriendly Male Dogs, Roarke Showed His Teeth.

Life Is Never As Long As We Want It To Be, And Wasted Time Can Never Be Recovered.

When You Love Someone, You Have To Be With Them, Don't You? To Be Part Of Their Life, To Have Them Be Part Of Yours." Glory In Death

Laying A Hand On His Heart, She Timed Its Beats To Her Own. And Knew The Truest Magic Was There.