Oh thank you, Jesus." "It's Roarke." He tapped a finger on Eve's head. "You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield. "What are you thinking?" "About bombs," she answered blandly, "deadly camoflaged bombs." She gave him a quick,innocent grin. "Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.

A kiss isn't terminal." "It is the way you do it.

Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.