That’s right, honey, state your claim on Mr. Yummy Pants. I’d do the same if I were you.
You married a borderline psychotic who conquered the brutal circumstances he grew up in by being even more brutal. Add turning into a vampire and centuries of undead power struggles, and you have the crazy cruel bastard you fell in love with.
Very well. On my love for Mencheres, I swear that I will honor both you and Leila as my true partners, and I will keep my insolence, trickiness, filthiness, and general knavery to as much a minimum as I can manage.
Premature inflamulation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing, I don’t like to talk about it.
The word house didn’t begin to do justice for the white and gray structure in front of me. I actually had to tilt my head back to see all the way up to the roof.
If my ugly pajamas were a proclamation of “you can’t touch this,” his challenging, sensual gaze practically screamed “you know you want to touch this.
When are emotions ever ruled by something as trivial as time?
As the saying goes, today isn’t your day and tomorrow doesn’t look good, either.
I want your heart the most. Above all else. You’re exactly right, I won’t stop until I have it.
Out of the ground they were called, I thought, and back they went.
I might be angry with you, but a father always forgives his children, even if those children are not of his own blood.
No doubt this wretched music’s to blame. I don’t know why country singers feel the need to set depression to a melody.
Lo and behold, he’d managed to give her a sense of humor, and here I’d figured that would take voodoo, several headless chickens, and a lot of gris-gris.
Some things you never want to forget lest you lose the lesson learned with them. My lesson was realizing who I was. Thought I knew when times were easy, but it’s who you are when things are at their worst that’s the real truth.
When time is short, anything less than honesty feels like a waste of effort.
Just because Katie was born different doesn’t mean she was born wrong. Actions, not existence, define character.
Don’t bother getting me anything. You’re all I want.
Outrage had me sputtering. “I can kill ’em all!” “Of course.” Was he stifling a laugh? “You’re beauty, you’re grace, you’ll shoot them in the face.” I smiled. “That’s pretty.
All I felt was how tightly he held me, how his power sparked against my skin, and how he kissed me with delicate savageness, as if he sensed my turmoil and sought to turn it into raw need instead.
You’re swimming with sharks, that pitiless voice snapped. Either grow some teeth or get eaten.