Jesus, Lacey. You just scared me half to death."I forced a laugh. "Only half? Damn.

Just then they were both vulnerable, and the only thing standing between them and our enemies, was me.It seemed nobody wanted to take those odds because no one approached. I was mildly flattered.

She hadn't been scared for herself, she'd been frightened for me.Good. Her A-class horror movie scream earlier had nearly put me in an early grave. When this was over, I could call us even.

I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to wait around to be rescued.

Ugh. I do not miss being your age." Sarah muttered, retracting her hand and wrinkling her nose. "It's like all teenagers have hormones coming out of their ears.

The view wasn't exactly breath-taking. Kind of boring actually. Unless, of course, you had a rare, strong appreciation for deserts, in which case it was downright mind blowing.

Lacey?" He bowed his head until his face was inches from mine. His smile was still in place, and as his eyes swept over my face, it widened. "Uh-oh. Did you break?

He was slowly starting to recover. I could tell by the eye roll and sigh. Oh, so only he could be a comedian?

They were smart enough to know that handing out superpowers like sweets to the general public was never going to be a good idea.Not that that stopped it from happening anyway.

Never underestimate the power of telling a teenage boy he's risking his chances of getting laid. Works almost every time.

Same. I don't like to think I might have ended up in Plumber's gang, but given the alternative..."I raised both eyebrows. "Yeah. Drug-dealers or super-powered psychopaths? Choices, choices.

Are not dreams as much a part of living as waking life is?

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

I guess I should warn you, if I turn out to be particularly clear, you've probably misunderstood what I've said.

If I had my druthers, I would do only stage work.

Well, I think most people understand that there's a big difference between who you are and who, you know, you play.

Next in importance to having a good aim is to recognize when to pull the trigger.

The laughing way we make damaged people our playthings, it's so dehumanizing.

It is a tragedy when the church saves money instead of saving souls. We MUST spend to save.

I'll tell you what, I've been in some seriously bad places playing golf and it's just part of the game.

We exist within the question of God.