All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?" Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner.

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

...He palmed up the life Alert. Death Alert was more like it: Help, I haven't fallen and I'm standing up-can you come and rectify this problem? - Isaac