You Can't Argue With Math, Carter. You'll

Eve: "she Had Big Plans For Me. Kind Of A Pet, I Imagine. Like William. Her Little Trained Dog. And With You Dead, She Figured I'd Inherit All Your Goodies. You're Not Going To Do That To Me Are You?" Roarke: "what, Die?" Eve: "leave Me All This Stuff." Roarke: "only You Would Be Annoyed By That.

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

Justin Turned To Give Her One Of His Cool, Unsmiling Looks. Butterflies Fluttered In Her Throat. She'd Be Very Careful, Serena Decided, As If She Were Walking Through A Minefield. "what Are You Thinking?" "about Bombs," She Answered Blandly, "deadly Camoflaged Bombs." She Gave Him A Quick,innocent Grin. "are We Going To Eat Soon? I'm Starving.

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