What is he doing here?" Curran growled. "He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. "Tough luck. You're mine.

…Something isn’t right with you and this property. Strange things happen around it. I don’t know what is going on, but I will find out. You could make it easier on yourself by coming clean.” “Sure. This is a magic bed-and-breakfast and the two guys in my kitchen are aliens from outerspace.

On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.

He isn’t so much flirting,” Cerise murmured. “Either he doesn’t like me or he doesn’t know how.” “Of course he likes you. You’re lovely. He probably just doesn’t get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. “I thought I’d have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.

Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.