He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the only thing he did that was cute. He was gorgeous, sensual, but rarely cute. - Anita Blake about Jean-Claude
Laurell K. HamiltonI wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.
Laurell K. Hamilton