Now, Max, I think we both know your parents aren't missionaries."I opened my eyes wide. "No? Well, for God's sake, don't tell them. They'd be crushed. Thinking they're doing the Lord's work and all.

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.~Angel

But I needed this, Whit. I needed to pay him back. For stealing my life. For stealing our life together. - Celia

Do you love me?" James asked suddenly"Yes. I do." I didn't even have to think about it. It was so freeing"I love you, too," he replied. "I've never said that to anyone before."It was so hard to believe. "Really?"He grinned and gazed out the window. "Well, except my first motorcycle, Ramona. But she was a Ducati, so you can blame me. In fact, I think I might have loved her more than I love you."I punched James in the spot between his chest and shoulder.