Please, " her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. "I can't give you what you want, " Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.

Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

He was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who'd' just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn't completely prematurely white.

Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

You're not alone." Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone.

People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows.

Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam's life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts - body and shadow.

The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.

The shadow acts on instinct, not reason.

I had never imagined that happiness could hurt so much.

But there is no energy unless there is a tension of opposites

The most dangerous men on earth are those who are afraid they are wimps

Miseries of a birth.

I didn't dare to dream of making money. But now of course, I've made many thousands of dollars sharpening pencils.

Where there is no alternative there is no problem.

The government of the United States of America has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion or tranquility of Muslims.

Real love and Sun have something in common; they are so bright that they don't have shadows, they are free of darkness...

Religious fundamentalism, even before it eliminates human beings by perpetrating horrendous killings, eliminates God himself, turning him into a mere ideological pretext.

I'm sorry, okay, I'm not perfect, but I'm trying.