Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.

You want to play? Come find me angel boy.