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.

Raphael, tell him you won’t do anything to him if I get ‘damaged.’ ” “That would be a lie, Elena. I would tear out his throat.

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. “You’ll be the death of me, Elena.” She smiled. “You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.

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

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith