Sometimes, When The Sun Shines, It Scorches.

As An Author You Hope Your Characters Have Sparks But Truly In The End They Have Minds Of Their Own!

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

She Nodded... And Was About To Turn Away. Then, As If She Thought Better Of It, She Reached Out And Grabbed His Arm. "jack." "yes?" "i. . ." She Faltered. She Knew What She Wanted To Tell Him, But She Couldn't Bring Herself To Say The Words. It Turned Out She Didn't Have To. Jack Put A Hand To His Heart And Nodded. "i Feel The Same Way About You.

I Have Never Given This Ring, My Soul, To Anyone. Azrael Has Never Had Any Part Of This. This Is The Only Part Of Myself That Is Truly Mine, And Now It Is Yours.” —jack Force

That Morning, She Had Found An Envelope Stuffed Into Her Locker. It Was From The Mercer Hotel, And Held A Plastic Door Key For Their Suite. "see You There Tonight," Oliver Had Written. "chomp! Chomp!