A little blood never bothers me.

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.

Friends don’t build cages for each other.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

My world we humans we’re just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched my cheek. "Such naked pain," he whispered. I turned my face into his palm and closed my eyes. His fingers threaded into my hair, cupped my head, and brushed the brand. It heated at his touch. His hand tightened at the base of my skull and squeezed, and he raised me slowly to my tiptoes. I opened my eyes and it was my turn to inhale sharply. Not human. Oh, no, not this man. "Never show it to me again." His face was cold, hard, his voice colder.

Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass