As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.

I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.

You are what you are. Deal with it or change.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.