Sage.” He Laughed. “i’m Into

Metaphors. This Was The Cost Of Making Out With An Artist.

Hey, Volusian, You Haven't Been Checking Me Out, Have You?" He Gave Me His Trademark Bland Stare. "i Assure You, Mistress, The Only Allure Your Bare Flesh Has For Me Is To Remind Me How Easy It Will Be To Slice Open." I Laughed. If Not For The Fact He Was Actually Serious, He'd Be So Much Fun.

Sure," Said Adrian. "i Bet Going In There And Kicking Down The Door Will Change Their Minds. Take Rose With You, And You Guys'll Make A Really Good Impression.

I Couldn’t Help It,” I Said, Knowing How Lame That Sounded. It Was As Bad As Angeline’s “it’s Not My Fault” Mantra.

We're Pieces On A Gameboard, Dr. March, And Some Of Us Are More Powerful Than Others. You. Me. Her. We're The Ones The Gods Want. We're The Ones They're Fighting Over.