I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.

You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.

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

Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?