The higher up, the harder the fall.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Religion?" I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. "Not religion ... cult." "You belong to a cult?" I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have. "As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now...

men are attracted to beauty because it indicates health and youth—no point mating with a sickly woman who won’t be around to raise the children.

The higher up, the harder the fall.