Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.

I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.

Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

Love makes liars of us all.

What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers….

City of Fallen Angels ended on a cliffhanger. That was equally loved and hated by my readership.