End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

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.

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

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.