To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.
...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.
Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!
Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.
Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.