The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath

As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girl’s collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypher’s part. Females of both races couldn’t help themselves around him.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. “Forgiven, forgotten.” “Feel free to hammer me anytime.” “Believe me, I do.

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