Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.

When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.