Not Everything You Wanted, Deep Inside, Worked

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.

Have I Missed A National Holiday? There Must Be Celebrations In The Streets For You To Be Home At This Hour Of The Day." "i'm Calling It Summerset Goes Mute Day. The City's Gone Mad With Joy.

I Think Writer Is A Word Without Gender, And A Good Writer Observes, Absorbs, Hopefully Empathizes Then Translates That Into Character And Story. You Don’t Have To Do Or Be Or Have Experienced, Traveled To, But You Have To Imagine All Of That, Very Well–and Believe It Completely During The Bubble Of The Work.

Roarke's Brow Cocked As He Noted Casto Take In The Black Satin That Slithered Over Eve's Body. In The Manner Of Men Or Unfriendly Male Dogs, Roarke Showed His Teeth.

Peabody, You Never Cease To Amaze Me." "one Day I'll Tell You About My Granny And Her Five Lovers." "five Lovers Isn't Abnormal For A Woman's Lifetime." "not In Her Lifetime; Last Month. All At The Same Time." Peabody Glanced Up, Deadpan. "she's Ninety-eight. I Hope To Take After Her.