He brushed a kiss across my lips, there and gone before I could gather myself to respond. 'Come now my dear. Let's have breakfast.""Yes." There was a golden bubble in my chest, pushing out against my ribs. "Thank you for being patient with me."His smile turned the gloomy morning to pure sunshine. "You're worth it.

Oh honestly, Whyborne, don't put up such a fuss. I swear, you men have your entire egos tied to the functioning of a few inches of flesh.""More than a few," Griffin said with a smirk.I buried my face in my hands and wished the mummy's curse were real and might strike me down immediately.

My entire view of the world has changed," he muttered as he went to the sink and began to scrub at the plates. "Sorcery, entities from the Outside, fish-men in my family tree, I can accept. Mr. Farr and Mr. Durfree as lovers crosses the line.

Christ, Starkweather, were you born with that ego, or do you inflate it every morning with a bicycle pump?""The things you screamed in bed last night helped.

Somehow, I had ended up the lone male at the table, surrounded by three women of very questionable reputation. A great deal of whiskey had been consumed in the meantime, and I wondered what Father would think if he knew how his money was being spent. Actually, never mind. If he knew I'd spent the night surrounded by female prostitutes, he'd probably consider it a sign of improvement.

Bullies like him were only strong while assured of victory; when faced with anyone more powerful, they turned into fawning sycophants, desperate to prove themselves.

My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud."Yes, my little turnip?" "Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.

I had dedicated my life to words. But sometimes, words are not needed.