I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.” Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—” “With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. “Always,” Blay murmured. “Because family is an always kind of thing.

We don’t have to talk about Zsadist. That’s okay. He’s the most interesting part of me.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

He [Vishous] was all need, no ease.

you told me I could beat him. You promised.