“Throw up" Victor said. Bacteria, he believed, would run up his arms and gain access to his brain through his ear canals. "Vomit. Puke. Spew. Disgorge. Regorge. Discharge- like excrement." "Victor, stop it!" Doll snapped. "You're making me nauseous." "Talk--vomit… — Tami Hoag Copy Share Image
“Damon pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue urging her to open and let him taste and staunch the hemorrhage of stunned stupidity.” — Nina Pierce Copy Share Image
