“What in god’s name happened to your nuts?”“They met a jet-powered water hose.”He grimaced.“They’re already healing.”A rare glint of amusement lit Lawrence’s eyes. “You have balls of steel.”“You have inappropriate humour.”
“My name's Jet Steele.”
“There you are,” he murmured. “The girl I met in that club. As far as my heart goes, you have it, sweetheart. God’s going to have to fight you for it.”
“As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.”
“You have the power to heal your life, and you need to know that. We think so often that we are helpless, but we're not. We always have the power of our minds…Claim and consciously use your power.”
“Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.”