Are You Crazy?" I Asked.

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

I Didn't Realize When I Brought Him Back Here That You'd Inflict More Damage." I Said, Once I'd Finished The Story. "i Was Defending Your Honor." Adrian Gave Me That Devil-may-care Smile That Always Managed To Both Infuriate And Captivate Me. "pretty Manly, Huh?

Funny How Someone Telling You Not To Do Something Can Talk You Into It.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.

You Will Lose What You Value Most... It Hadn't Been Me That Rhonda Was Talking About. It Hadn't Even Been Dimitri's Life. What You Value Most. It Had Been His Soul.