Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

Horseman. I know you were born back when women were thought of as little more than brood mares and slaves, but it's the twenty-first century, and we can do anything a man does.

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.