Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.

He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.

Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?

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

Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.

I’m on the benevolent side of antisocial. I don’t mind people, but I’d prefer not to have a lot of them around.

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.