So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

Velvet looks horrified. “If you are fool enough to address King R’jan, you will do it thus and in no other manner! ‘My King, Liege, Lord, and Master, your servant begs you grant it leave to speak.’” “Wow. Totally delusionary there.” “Good luck with that,” Ryodan says. “She doesn't beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and it’s never going to happen.” I beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of me.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

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