Damn Me To Hell Or

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

Why Don't You Put Your Ego Down For A While, Justin. It Must Be Getting Heavy.

We Make Destiny With Every Turn, Every Choice.

I Think I've Just Lost Five Pounds In Fear Sweat." Peabody Mopped At Her Face. "now I Want A Cannoli. I Don't Know Why." With A Laugh, Roarke Shifted To Grin At Her. "i'll Buy You A Dozen, Precious." "cannolis, For God's Sake.

Don't Say Hit And Mountain In The Same Sentence.