He prepared the richest, most indulgent and disgusting dish imaginable - a bowl of fudge ripple ice-cream topped with chocolate syrup, semi-sweet chocolate morsels, chocolate sprinkles, and, for good measure, a chocolate brownie from the pantry. He even garnished it with a handful of M&M's.

(...) "Look what I made for you. A bowl of diabetes.

It's common knowledge that shiny rocks are preferred among human females.

Let me rephrase,” he added, sharper than barbed steel. “I’m coming with you.”
“Excuse me?” Solara came to a sudden stop, forcing him to do the same. “You’ll go wherever I send you.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t interrupt.”
He sealed his lips shut.
“Our relationship is simple,” she told him. “I say ‘Jump,’ and you say ‘Through which window, Miss Brooks?’ You don’t make demands of me. Are we clear?

She had no idea what the future would hold for any of them, beyond possibilities as infinite as the stars.

And really, that was enough.

Bill walked slowly to Cara's dressed and leaned on the edge, folding his arms as the pine creaked under his weight. Even the furniture feared this man.

You would sell your own people?" the captain asked, not sounding surprised.
"Better a life of servitude than death by starvation.