Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.

Your mother all but accused me of something that is, among my kind, the highest crime a man can commit. There is no trial, only punishment, because it is considered better to let an innocent man die than let a guilty one live." (Page 79.)

You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.