You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers.

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.

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.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

We’re vampires,” he said. “Not fairies.” “Sometimes I’m not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?” “He’s nearly blind.” “Which explains why he hasn’t hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.” “I thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?” “I free-associate.