“An hour later, a nameless, cold-faced man returned with a tray of fresh pasta, warm bread, and a few bags of brand new comfort clothes: yoga pants, tees, a few sports bras, and...pink thong underwear? Well, of course. Wouldn't want… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Niccolo had never seen so many gadgets and flashing lights, all just so they could remotely observe an abandoned military hanger about a quarter… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Any day now?” Viktor prodded. “Sì, sì. Do not get your…” Niccolo paused to recall the exact phrase. “Get your balls in a bunch.”… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“I’d spent so much time thinking about the future and about becoming someone I could never be that I’d simply missed the point: I… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“He shoved the phone at her again. “What does this do?” Hand shaking, she took it from him. “Um. It’s called a Smartphone. You… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Oh God, now she couldn’t remember why she’d ever left him. She needed him. More than air or sunlight and beaches, definitely more than… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Yes, a proud, proud moment in my life. If only that could go on my Facebook timeline!” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“You may rely on it," he (Tommasso) said with that exotic accent. "Sorry, I don't speak Magic 8-Ball.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“A tick of amusement flashed in Tomas’ eyes. “I can see you are not quite comfortable with leaving your quarters just yet, so may… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“…But since you came here, the only thing I can think about is you. You’re like a goddamned fever I can’t rid myself of.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“ First, you will have to find your true mate. Or, more accurately, she will find you. A human, by the way." "Human ?"… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Your body is a piece of fucking art, but that doesn’t mean you can use it to get what you want.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Helena abruptly stopped, cursing herself for deciding to go on this stupid trip to the ruins. If only she’d stayed at the hotel with… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
