Smoke says the beef is much better than the squawky white birds. Her expression changed from annoyed to dismayed. Squawky white birds? Chickens? You ate Mrs. Beale's chickens?Smoke whined apologetically.Saetan leaned back in his chair. Oh, it was so satisfying to see her thrown off stride. I'm sure Mrs. Beale was delighted to feed a guest - even if she wasn't aware of it, he added dryly, remembering too well his cook's reaction when she learned about the missing hens.

Everything has a price. It's just what your willing to pay for it.

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

Mother Night and May The Darkness Be Merciful!

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.

When a man wears his pants that tight, they tend to pinch his balls, and that tends to pinch his temper.

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life