Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court." "Well, I'm not, he dumped me." "You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court." "Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.