His head was unburdened by hair. His eyes were the sharp intelligent eyes of a fox. His jaw was strong and pulled into a cheshire grin for his oval of...ice guests. Danica loved staring at her father's face. He was like the copper version of a Roman bust. Imperially slim and pressed into a dark suit. Tyler Blackmore's face was her favorite in the whole world. The face that had raised her. The beautiful face that made Danica feel...wetness, shame, and excitement; whether he regarded her with. I love a being called a name you only gave me because you thought I was a good replacement for a pet after your dog died," he says sarcastically, smiling nonetheless. He turns to me and puts his hands up dramatically. "You see what I have to put up with everyday?" All I can do is chuckle and shake my head. I've known both of them for over a year now, but these two have been friends long before I came into the picture, and the chemistry between them is undeniable. Any outsider can see they're. I may, after I re-read it in a month, put out a revised version if I’m still not pleased with it. Live well! ————————————————– Prolog The pumpkin’s face wore a look of grim determination as it was buffeted by clouds. It was the same bold expression that Prometheus wore as he carried the light of knowledge out of its crypt and into the world, defying Zeus, the jealous, vindictive Lord of the Gods (and it was NOT the same pained expression that Prometheus wore as his liver was pecked out by. " The men found a house that was a real mess: grass nearly a foothigh," he continued. "They couldn't get an answer at the door, andnoticed that all the windows were covered in aluminum foil. Theywalked around the house, and when they came to the power service atthe back, they saw that." He pointed to the photo.The picture showed the electric meter, but a hand pulling back a leafyvine clearly showed that the meter was being bypassed with a crudehandmade connection."Was the meter moving at all?".