Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.

He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?

I've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under.

Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.

He is my vulnerability

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

I love re-creating myself. Change means you get to choose again. Become something new. -Dani