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...

[Devina] “You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.” “Because you have cookies, right.” Those black eyes returned to his own. “And so much more.” “Well, I’m on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite.

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.

When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

After a moment the king said, "So be it." Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.