He taught me to believe in myself. He showed me how to balance my faith and my sexuality, and he made me okay again. I know it sounds dramatic, but he saved my life.

Ninety percent of the time the very sight of you makes me want to commit murder. I think about carving the skin from your body and hanging it out as a warning to every other fool who thinks he can stand in my way."
"What about the other ten?

Is your learning curve a horizontal line?

This is my reassured face," Neil said, pointing up at his blank expression.

Who said 'please' that made you hate the word so much?"
Andrew gazed at him in silence for a minute. "I did.

I didn't sign it," Neil said, looking up from his hands. He lifted his fingers to his face. He couldn't feel his tatoo, but he'd seen Kevin's often enough that he knew exactly where it was. "He gave me a contract but I wouldn't sign it. He couldn't make me. This doesn't mean anything. I'm still a Fox.