There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." - Jean-Claude
Laurell K. HamiltonSilk didn't care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I'd earned my right to be paranoid.
Laurell K. HamiltonSome wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.
Laurell K. Hamilton