"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."
- Priya Ardis
"Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you."
"Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it."
"I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die."
"He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face."
"I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hu..."
"And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red."
- Nelou Keramati
"Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air."
"Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel."
"You'll do fine.""What, you're psychic now?""Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond."
- Tera Lynn Childs