Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. "Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation.

Te amo, Querida, " he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness.

I need to go hunting now, " he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you.

Rafael possessed unfathomable strength. His speed defied the laws of nature...and his bite, good God, his bite. How could something so macabre feel so pleasurable?

It may be small comfort, but I believe Rafe doesn't want to kill you." A light laugh escaped her lips. "Actually, that is a substantial comfort.

Rafe pulled Cassandra into his arms. "At first, I wanted my arm back to feel whole again and to not appear weak before my enemies. Now I only want it to hold you.

We must go to the laboratory at once. I have some cannabis.

The busier you are, the more intentional you must be.

She was a nice person, she really was, until someone ignorant decided to force that ignorance in her face, and then she just couldn't hold back.

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his

You always fall for the rascal or the guy who's got a little bit of the devil in him. You can't help it.

Why is it that when we lose something big, we begin to lose everything else along with it?

The thing about breaking up when you get older, you just don't have the steam anymore. "Oh, that's it. I can't start shaving my legs above the knee again."

Play off everyone against each other so that you have more avenues of action open to you.

Somalis really are very musically sophisticated, and they're about their own thing.

You don’t knock on the devil’s door, boy, unless you want him to answer. (Ravyn)

Perhaps a sense of possessing needs to come to come before a sense of genuine sharing.