Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.

Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “get under a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

When was the last time you lost an argument?" He pretended to think about it. Then, leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "A few hours ago when you refused to stop the car and crawl into the backseat with me.

You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian

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.