Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.

Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

It was scary how much she sounded like me sometimes. Maybe that's why she totally got on my nerves

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

I've been stabbed before. Barely a week ago, in fact. AND I've been audited, AND I come from a broken home. In short - no offense, shorty - you don't scare me.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.