Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle. — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“And no man, not even Cyprien, could chase a girl with his pants down.” — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“Alex watched the severed head fall and the body slump over. 'I'm not reattaching that. Just FYI.” — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
I am going down first. Of course you're going down first, you're the guy. — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“He so enjoyed disconcerting a woman of conservative sensibilities, and he suspected that the detective had inhibitions atop reservations wrapped in reticense." --Lucan thinking… — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious. — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“Most people have two lives. One is the life we carry on in the open where everyone can see it. It’s who we are… — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“I cannot think of a life without him in it. I cannot bury another son. This time I fear they will have to put… — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
“They forbade me to leave the island.” He brushed my hair back from my forehead. “ I thought it would be better if I… — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
There is a god. Nothing as tragic and ridiculous as this world could have happened by random chance. — Lynn Viehl Copy Share Image
