Goddess” He Said. Her Voice Floated To

Everyone Spends Their Lives Trying To Balance Their World Between Good And Evil.

I Should Not Have To Flirt With Someone While I'm Trying To Threaten Someone Else With A Gun; It Was Too Hard To Do Both.

Giving Up Something That No Longer Serves A Purpose, Or Protects You, Or Helps You, Isn’t Giving Up At All, It’s Growing Up.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.