When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her.

Without time,” the angel said, “you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity.” “FYI, philosophy bores me.” “Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance.

May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted" Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.