Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased.

I always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?

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

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.