Be careful what you wish for...

Who knows what real really is...

He whom the gods love dies young.

Hello, Goddess."- Roman Arceneaux

He was one of those capital M Men.

Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.

Evil angels make the best boyfriends.

The wolves wait for you, little lamb.

Last warning. I don't play nice.

We are all beings of our own creation.

Wounds may heal, but the scars remain.

Extraordinary women who love and heal.

Rhys was hot enough to bake cookies on.

He was smiling that smile I truly loved.

I'm the riddle you have yet to solve