Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

You are your father's daughter,' he said, the skin around his eyes tightening. 'Trent is his father's son. Apart, you are annoying. Together...you have the potential to be a problem.

Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)