You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.