“Code Blue! We’re losing him!”The EMTs hustled the gurney containing Erik Dawson’s broken body into the operating room where the surgical team waited. The nursing staff literally ripped his clothes off as they worked to stabilize him. “What do we have here?” the lead surgeon asked. His assistant didn’t bother to look up as she answered, “Auto accident. An eighteen- wheeler smashed his car into a guardrail.” The lead surgeon whistled through his teeth. “It’s a miracle he’s still breathing. Let’s keep him that way.” As the surgical team moved into action with skill born of practice, Erik drifted on the fringes of consciousness. Erik’s thoughts raced. What? Where? Anesthesia put him under, but as the doctors began their work and his parents prayed fervently in the waiting room, Erik spasmed and stopped breathing. Family Matters, from Home Again”

“Fragments of memory flashed through his head. Matt saw fists descending on him mercilessly from all sides, but he couldn't remember who those fists belonged to. He did know that he had been moved recently; instead of bleeding on a cold, hard pavement, he had awakened in a hospital bed, looking up at a woman.”

“I hate him like a fat man hates salad! If I had to choose between hanging with him and a hard kick in the groin, I'd consider the kick.All Things Work Together”

“I wonder how much of the rest of his clothes I could convince him to take off, then wonder where that thought came from.Well I guess I know.”

“I look up and meet his eyes. I want to scratch them out. And then spit in his face. And then curse him for being exactly what I thought he was.A bad boy.A playboy.A heartbreaker.But I also want to kiss him. And let him carry me up to the private room above us and put an end to the dull ache of desire that’s been plaguing me since the first night we met when I pulled his shirt over his head.Dammit!”

“One thought reverberated through Max's mind as he stared down the barrel of the first .357 Magnum he'd ever seen in real life. That thing is HUGE!To Whom Much Is Given”

“There seems to be at least one common denominator to all intelligent life: it was bipedal and bimannual. Four legs was the most practical number for any animal on any planet, and it seems that nature has nothing else to work with. When she decided to give intelligence to a species, she taught him to stand on his hind legs, freeing his forefeet to become tools of his intellect. And she usually taught him by making him use his hands to climb. As a Cophian biologist had said, "Life first tries to climb a tree to get to the stars. When it fails, it comes down and invents the high-C drive.”