In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was...although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe even Joan Collins.

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath

Use me. You've done so much for us-" Marissa said. "Not.....for you." V said. "He's alive because of you. So that's everything." V shook his head and turned away from the wrist. "Can't." "I need you. I'm sick from what I do. I need you." Butch whispered. Vishous fixated on Butch. "Only for...you... not me." "For both of us" "All of us," Marissa interjtected. V took a deep breth and bit into the wrist.

You are so . . . odd." "I shall take that as a compliment." -Thor to No'One

Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!

The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers.

I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.