“How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another.”

“In regard to leaving, your options arelimited. Dismemberment is one, but I have a hard time imagining you hacking Cerdewellyn intopieces, even if you had the strength. Bone is…difficult.”She ran her hands through her hair, feeling nervous. Yeah, that’s what’s keeping me fromdismembering him, pulling a muscle as I cut through bone.”

“And then he kissed me. Softly, like a friendly, nice-to-meet-can-I-strip-your-clothes-off-and-bury-myself-inside-you-kind of kiss.I finally pulled back, but I didn't want to and hoped that I had been able to convey a yes-you-can-and-why-haven't-you-done-it-already response when I'd moaned and shoved my tongue into his mouth.”

“He was beautiful, like looking at a favorite piece of artwork. Not something one can own, but something in a faraway museum, where she would have to go halfway around the world, push through crowds on people, just to catch a glimpse of his unreal splendor.”

“You owe me.""What do I owe you? All the things I gave you. How I took care of you. Money, information...pleasure. I denied you nothing. If I could give it to you, I did.""You gave me things that cost you nothing. It certainly didn't seem to be a hardship to fuck me.”

“Of course it was, this was perfect Jack. She could tear his fucking heart out and he'd want to know is she broke a nail.”

“You keep seeking to redeem me. You keep looking and hoping. Painting me in emotions I do not have, nor can have.”