There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them.""Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice.He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one.

You totally love him. He's your widdle snookums.

A dragon just gave me a piece of jewelry,” she said. She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Graydon. “Have I been added to his hoard?”He shook his head and drank too. “No, cupcake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve replaced it.

He loved her, he loved her, but he was never entirely sure he knew what that meant. What was love, anyway? For him, love was a collection of moments... strung together like luminous pearls on a string.

Dragos looked at Pia. “I’m not getting sex tonight, am I?

I will always want to touch you," he told her. "No matter how stinky or cranky you get. If you want, I'll roll in the mud with you.""Now, there's true love." She snuggled against his chest.

Suddenly, she burst out, "I want to punch her evil, lying face."Liam caught a flash of hot gold as Dad looked at them, narrow-eyed, in the rearview mirror. Dad said, completely seriously, "I can make that happen.

She asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"He buried his nose in her hair, took a deep breath and sighed. "You help just be being here.""Well, that bit is easy," she told him with a smile. "Because I wouldn't be anywhere else.

She was the real treasure, more precious than sapphires, diamonds and gold.At the core of his ancient, cynical heart, he was an acquisitive creature, after all.