There Are Wounds That Never Show On

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.

The Best Lies Are Always At Least Partially True.

Nill Illigitamus Carborundum

Just What I Needed—a Necromancer With An Attitude. Oh, Wait, I Was A Necromancer With An Attitude.

There's No One So Self-righteous As Someone Policing Someone Else's Morality.