A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar." "Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?