What are you? (Zarek) Iโm a nymph. (Astrid) I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn KenyonHow many more are there like you? (Maggie) Enough to make the cast of a Cecil B. DeMille film look like a two-man opera. (Wren)
Sherrilyn KenyonA what? (Fang) Badass demon with a superiority complex who picks his teeth with bones of infants. Letโs just keep it simple and say heโs a demon I want out of the human realm. ASAP. (Thorn)
Sherrilyn KenyonArenโt you ever satisfied? I swear if I were mortal, Iโd be limping from our last go-round. If not dead. We really need to find you a hobby other than jumping on top of me. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn KenyonAs a child, he had hardened his heart and learned to take their punches. He had learned to spit back and take down anyone who cast a jaundiced eye or who made a comment about either him, his mother, or his sister. Heโd told himself that he didnโt need anyoneโs love or caring. And so he had learned to live like a feral animal, always ready to strike out when someone tried to touch him.
Sherrilyn Kenyon