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

In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.

If you die, Lily ... I’ll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

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.

There was a very slight chance she might actually kill him that way, and if she did, she’d be brought up on charges. Unless, of course, she could prove harmful intent. She could see it now. See, Your Honor, he was going to f*ck me silly, make me like it.

Only ignorance excuses stupidity