Hadn’t he spoken to the trees? Of course, the entire trailer park and its surroundings might be razed to make way for something even mortal-uglier, the living earth sleeping fitfully under concrete. He might well decide it wasn’t worth the effort, or the heartbreak when such careful work was undone.

I don’t believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that’ll fall apart – they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.

And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn’t?

He hadn’t told me everything, but I’d left him for dead. I guess we were just about even.

Who. Hit. You?

I had to settle for two of the most inadequate words in the English language, words to pale to express what I needed to say. “Thank you.

The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it’s staring you in the face.

Watch the death of your enemy if you can, for you have caused it. When you have killed, watch the consequences of your actions.

I guess since the groin is the center of a guy’s world, he rarely guesses it isn’t the center of yours.

Christophe’s smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl’s heart.