“Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”

“Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?""Thinking.""Thinking?""A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”

“and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.”

“His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.”“Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!”

“Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled.“There’s nobody there,” the girlfriend told me.“You’re making them think they can’t see you, aren’t you?” I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.”

“Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.”

“I love you.” His voice was straightforward, affectionate. “You make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”