“He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac”

“He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I'd know joy. Who Knew? Much later we might fly a couple of Hunters to the moon.”

“Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.”

“I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid.He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will.He lives.I breathe.I want. Him. Always.Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.”

“I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.'What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it.'I want what I want and I take it.'Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now?'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.”

“And I can’t get to her. My girl is half naked and dying and I can’t get to her! I push forward. I ice solid. I crack it and pull back. Fuck!”

“He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac”