Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.