Pray to whatever you believe in that they don't send the snakes.

It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.

So, you're the Santa Claus of the magic world with a naughty and nice list?

Kissing her wasn't just a kiss. It was a full-body, mid-altering experience.

I promise if you come to my car I won't cuff you unless..." his voice dropped in a sensuous tone, "...that's what you want.

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

All this for two bad lines he could’ve gotten out of a fortune cookie?

I’ll help you, if you admit since our first kiss you imagined us together so many times that the images of us haunt you at night and sour the touch of any other man.

The witch hunter could not date the witch.

Shed not recklessly the blood of another with thy sword, Lest the Sword on High falls upon thy neck.

Anyway, what can one do here? I am seriously thinking of running away and joining the Foreign Legion or the North-West Mounted Police—whichever work the shorter hours.

Chamber music - a conversation between friends.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

God has nothing to say to the self-righteous.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

I'm still pinching myself. I am very grateful of the way things have gone.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

Everyone has to kind of fend for themselves.