You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme

Unbelievable," I heard Christian mutter behind me. "She toops them both?" I head Drustan ask. "And they permit it?" Dageus sounded baffled. I looked between V'lane and Barrons. "This isn't even about me." "You're wrong about that." Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "You know how to find me if you want me." He was walking away. "More nifty acronyms?" He was gone.