God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

I can't... I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really..." Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The...

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

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.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.