Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, "You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves." Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. "My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

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