Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

Neither said anything while they embraced. Sometimes words didn't go far enough, the vessels of letters and the ladles of grammar incapable of holding the heart's sentiments.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. "I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here." Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. "God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it?" Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.