Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

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.

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.

Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. “Wait. I need to ask him a question.” “You want to know his shoe size or something?” Butch snapped. “Fourteen,” Wrath drawled. “I’ll remember that at Christmas, asshole.

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.

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