You’d make an enemy out of me over a human?” The word “human” might as well have been “rodent.

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.

She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.

Pups think rules are suggestions.

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!” He froze. “I might let you.” “I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

Stay with me. I’ll show you things that’ll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.