A Questioning Mind Is The

Well, If You’re Through Taunting Poor Mike, Are You Ready To Go? (nick) You Give Me Any Lip, Little Boy, And There Won’t Be Enough Left Of You To Run Through A Sieve. (zarek)

Stop It. This Is Serious! (selena) Serious? Please. I’m Standing Out Here On My Twenty-ninth Birthday, Barefoot And In Jeans My Mother Would Burn, Holding A Stupid Book To My Chest In An Effort To Summon A Greek Love-slave From The Great Beyond. (grace)

What An Alliance, Huh? A Dark-hunter And A Spathi United To Guard An Apollite. Who Would Have Ever Imagined? (wulf) Love Makes Strange Bedfellows. (acheron) I Thought That Was Politics. (wulf) It’s Both. (acheron)

Oh, Gods, You’re Mated! I Really Hope It’s To Aimee. (bride) Thankfully So. Otherwise I’d Have Had To Kill Me Some Ho And Then Beat Fang Senseless. (aimee)

It’s Just A Mild Disagreement, Papa. Remi Has This Whole Need To Breathe In And Out, Which Annoys Me. If He Would Just Stop Breathing, I’d Be Fine. (aimee)