“Low maintance is what's forgettable. You might want to right that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It's golden.”

“Of course.” She fluffed her hair. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m very high maintenance.”“Uh, I think low maintenance is what’sdesirable.”“Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.” With barely a breath, she added, “Now let’s find out if we’re compatible, shall we?”

“„We gave your way a try,” he said to Annabelle. „Now it's time for my way.” He flattened his palm on Brax's chest and pushed. Just a little push, but the man flew backward and slammed into the foyer wall. […] In a blink, Zacharel had a hand wrapped around Brax's throat and his body pinned against the wall, his legs dangling. […] A soft hand on his shoulder, a beseeching voice in his ear. „Zacharel. Let him down, please. Despite everything, I love him the way you love Hadrenial. I don't want to see him hurt.” Golden eyes widened, bulged, really, as Zacharel increaed the pressure. „Just a little longer. He disrespected you.”

“Because you aren't who you think you are. You aren't what everyone else believes. You might have delivered countless deaths but you love more fiercely than anyone I've ever known.”

“When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?” (…)A sigh of longing. “To be honest, I wanted to be ruler of the entire world. Or the ruler’s trophy wife.”

“I'm not mad, though," Kat said. "You lied to me, and I lied to you. We're even."Finally he lost the grin. "When did you lie?"She gave him a Sweet'N Low smile, as if his amusement had been poured into her. "Every time we messed around. I didn't actually enjoy myself, if you know what I mean.”

“The golden rays of the moon paid him absolute tribute. He was a buffet of muscles and corded strength.”