His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.

Who wants a bag of bones?” he said, with absolute sincerity. “I don’t want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I’m bedding.

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.