And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.

“Huge and shadowy, with that scent and aura of heat, with the pale gleam of gray…”

“Ah, Macy Joleen O'James, I love you. More than I ever knew it was possible to l…”

“He stared at her. "How do chicks do that?" "We have uteruses- they give us magi…”

“Ah women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.”