“I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.”

“Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?""What happened --""I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other --""with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.”

“In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out ofnowhere.Now his hands shook for a different reason.“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”“What the hell happened down there?”Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet anotherdeep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”“Bullsh*t.”Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”“What happened—”“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck wouldsuggest otherwise.”-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys”

“I don’t need to tell you not to fuck my buddy. Right.”The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. “I’m not thinking of sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn’t be with him. So instead of worrying about who I’m tapping, how’d you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink.”

“...I don't need any explanation about what you do with your life. You and I...we grew up together,and that's it. Yeah, we shared a lot of stuff back then, and we were there for each other when it mattered.But neither one of us can fit into the clothes we used to wear , and this relationship between us is just the same.It doesn't fit in our lives any longer.We don't...fit anymore. And listen., I didn't mean to get pissy in the truck, but I think you need to be clear on this.You and I? We have a past. That's it.That's ...all we'll ever have" (Blay to Qhuinn)...”

“As the syringe was filled, Butch stepped up into the surgeon’s grille. Even as incapacitated as the cop was from the inhaling, he was straight-up deadly as he spoke. “I don’t need to tell you not to f*ck my buddy. Right.” The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. “I’m not thinking about sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn’t be with him. So instead of worrying about who I’m tapping, how’d you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink.” Butch blinked. Then smiled a little. “You have balls.” “And they’re made of brass. Big as church bells, too.”

“V was half way down the hall when he heard a yelp. He hightailed it back, barging through the door. “What? What’s …”“I’m going bald!”V whipped back the shower curtain and frowned. “What are you talking about? You’ve still got your hair…”“Not my head! My body, you idiot! I’m going bald!”Vishous glanced down. Butch’s torso and legs were shedding, a rush of dark brown fuzz pooling around the drain.V started laughing. “Think of it this way. At least you won’t have to worry about shaving your back as you get old, true? No manscaping for you.”He was not surprised when a bar of soap came firing at him.”