I'm a wolf ma'am. Not a cat. I don't play around with my prey.
Shifting Shadows: Stories From the World of Mercy ThompsonI didn’t want to play tonight. There hadn’t been any music in me all week. Just a sadness within.
A Sadness Withinhate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bitpermanent living peace is permanent living death.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a BitI love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. And this time, I will never let her go.
Playing for Love at Deep HavenI can be either a good friend or a good Nazi, Emil thought. He knew now that he couldn’t be both.
Playing with Matches