Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

It leaned forward, elbows on its knees, all amusement vanishing from its features, leaving its chiseled visage quietly regal, dignified. "I give you my word, Gabrielle O'Callaghan," it said softly. "I will protect you." "Right. The word of the blackest fairy, the legendary liar, the great deceiver," she mocked. How dare it offer its word like it might actually mean something? A muscle leapt in its jaw. "That is not all I have been, Gabrielle. I have been, and am, many things." "Oh, of course, silly me, I left out consummate seducer and ravager of innocence.

Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!