I gave him my hard stare. “You're a control freak and I fight all authority. And you want us to mate?” A wicked spark lit his eyes. “Many, many times.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack.

I prefer the term ‘sexual deviant’ myself,” Saiman said.

A girl half my age swept by and slammed two giant tankard filled with beer on the table. Ragnvald held his up. I smashed my tankard against his. Beer splashed. We raised the tankard and pretended to take much bigger gulps than we did.

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.