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

Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the un part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

Pups think rules are suggestions.

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

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.