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

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

There was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didn’t care.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.

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

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.