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.

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)

You", he said, "are the single exception that rule". The oldest, deepest, most beautiful flaw in his Silence."Without you, I would be a monster.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.