You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.

Honor?” “Yes.” “I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.

Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you. -Raphael

A long-dead angel who thought to own me,” was his enigmatic answer, the silver in his eyes almost liquid. “I tore out his throat. After that, I ate his liver and his heart. The remaining internal organs weren’t as tasty so I gave them to his other creatures.” Elena’s hand tightened on the handle of the knife, conscious Naasir carried gleaming blades of his own in the sheaths strapped to his arms. “I wouldn’t think a vampire who killed an angel would be permitted to live.” A slow, feral smile. “I didn’t say I killed him.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley