Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do