You taste of the cool water that hides deep in a stream. You taste of the night air, soft and scented and mysterious. The taste of you drives me wild….

Women are such contrary creatures when it comes to sex. You parade around like scantily clad vixens but blush when you're caught staring at the erect….

You are mine, Aisling. You are mine today, tomorrow and five hundred years from now. You will always be mine. I do not give up my treasures, kincsem.….

Do blood clots get stuck in your teeth? What if someone's anemic; are you hungry again an hour later? Has anyone ever bitten you? If you run out of b….

Jim eyed me for a couple of seconds, then got off the bed and went to curl up on the pile of blankets I'd arranged as its bed. "I don't suppose you'd….

An hour and seven minutes after walking up. I stood with Noelle outside the Trust's house and prepared to raise my first -- and hopefully only -- dem….

His laughter echoed through my mind. I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and am taking her back to my home, where she and I will be alone and able t….

A knife!" I yelled, still brandishing my pillow. "Jim, I command you to get me a gelding knife. If this guy wants to be a stallion—" He dissolved in ….

What's a friend for if not to face almost certain death with, eh?.

Hoo! You're like a giant mood ring! I wonder if I can make different colors show up depending on where i touch you - Nell Harris.

Carrie Fay always says that nothing is really horrible unless it eats away your face..

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau..

Those who play with fire should expect to be consumed by it..

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness..

Do you want me to ride you like a rented mule, or do you prefer to be Mr. Missionary Position? I'm fine with wither, so it doesn't matter to me..

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m goin….

I'm your Beloved, dammit! You're going to let me save your soul, and like it!.

You took a bath without me?" I smiled to myself at the accusation in his voice..

...my soul bleeding tears of anguish.

Dammit, Jim. I'm a Guardian, not a doctor..

Why are you taking your breasts away?” -Dane “Cernunnos” Hearne.