“Oh for the love of God put a butt plug in the male tough-guy crap.”

“God, these guys were like fucking Terminators. Or Borg. Resistance is futile and all that shit. It was clear she wasn’t going to shake the Brothers From Hell.”

“When you can't be sure of anything else in this crapped- on world, you have to be sure of yourself.”

“As Con and Sin approached the Harrowgate, it flashed and a tank of a blood-bay stallion leaped out, scattering staff and patients. Atop the horse sat a massive male in hard leather armor. His hair was short, reddish brown, and his eyes were black as Sin's."What the hell are you doing?" Eidolon shouted, but the big male swiveled his head and focused his gaze on Sin with such intensity that Con stiffened."Why is he looking at you like that?""I...ah..." She slid him a timid glance. "I sort of slept with him once."Con took a deep breath and tried to rein in his desire to rip out the horse guy's throat. "Where'd you find him? EviLove.com?”

“Oh, hell, no. I saw you with the rifle.” He glanced over at her, and his voice went a notch deeper. “It was fucking hot. I love a badass female.”

“In fact, the males very rarely take permanent mates.'His skin was so tan. 'Why not?''Because we tend to kill the females.'Ah, well, okay. That wasn't cool.”

“Theres a nightmare scenario. Oh hey a weasel!”