“You've been following me around.""No", he denied, without flinching."Gosh", I scoffed, "I had no idea the woods were rigged with TV cameras. My bad."One of the corners of his mouth twitched.”

“A smile played around the corners of his mouth. He looked up at me. "Bad dog.”

“I thought about the cameras following me in the terminal and pictured my family watching my entrance on TV. I hoped they’d be proud.”

“This is the gate between the living and the dead", he said. "You are still living. The others on the grounds died very long time ago."A chill ran through me. "And you?""Me?" The corner of his mouth twitched. "I rule the dead. I am not one of them”

“I wrapped my hands around his ribs as he kissed me passionately. There were no cameras, no directors, no witnesses - just Ryan and I and our raw, unscripted emotions.”

“I am a bad actor.""Not for me or my camera. I see the person, not some idea he wants to make himself into.""I'm all idea today.""I definitely don't see it.""I'm playing the idea of death. Look closely," he said.”