Kim Fielding

'We're not... we haven't been writing poetry and sprinkling rose petals and tripping hand in hand under rainbows, Kay.' 'Just because you have Y chromosomes doesn't mean you can't tell each other how you feel, Dylan. Your penises won't fall off if you do.'

it seemed to him that no matter what evils a man had committed, making him suffer purely for the sake of suffering was pointless. It didn't undo the harm he had wrought; it didn't please anyone or improve anyone's life.

'Didn't realize Matty was so scary,' Chris said. 'She's maybe five two and can't make it up a flight of stairs without huffing and puffing. But if I really pissed her off, she might poison my coffee.' 'Sounds like someone I'd like to meet.'

Some people think family's about DNA, but it ain't. It's about the folks who want you, who stick with you no matter what. They know your secrets and flaws, and you know theirs, and you love each other anyway.

We will never achieve freedom - not until the very end - but the fight can be so beautiful.

Aric__ voice was hoarse by the time he ended the tale, but he didn__ want to go to sleep. There was something so wonderfully intimate about sitting with another person like this, sharing a story, the candlelight flickering in the darkness. It was as if the rest of the world disappeared as long as the storytelling continued.

Gray rested his hand on Aric__ knee. __acrificed yourself, j-just like the giants.___ut I didn__ mean to! It__ only_ the prince fell over the cliff, and I didn__ think at all, I just moved. I was the tallest and the strongest. I don__ think anyone else could have reached him in time. He was injured pretty badly. But I wasn__ a hero. I saw something that needed to be done, and I did it.__ith a low chuckle, Gray squeezed his knee. __h-that__ what heroes do, Aric.___ut I__ not

Dylan stopped at an intersection and gave Chris a long look. 'Not you. You are original. Unique.' 'That good or bad?' 'Oh definitely good. Very, very good. I'd never go back to an off-the-rack lover again.' 'Naw, you prob'ly ordered your lays from the Williams-Sonoma catalog.' 'Well, I'm done shopping now.'

Despite their exhaustion and worries, Miner and Ennek made love that night, tracing fingers and tongues over one another's marks and scars. Their bodies were like books, Ennek thought, and their stories could be read inch by inch. He hoped fervently for happy endings.

Soon enough, Miner stopped caring who was watching - for a brief time, he and Ennek were a universe of two.

Sleep. We can adore one another in the morning