The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes.

United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

I always root for the monster.

It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another. -Cormia