“Even without a bite to mark her perfect, creamy skin, they’d know to whom she belonged.”

“It made him crazy, looking down into her beautiful eyes, at her creamy soft skin, knowing he couldn't touch her.”

“You can’t see yourself biting someone’s neck, is that it?” Raven laughed softly. “I can’t do it either. Yuck. Well . . .” She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. “Mikhail has a way of making it…” she trailed off.Shea found herself blushing, too. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.”

“She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them.I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”

“Her shame, she was certain, marked her in ways apparent to anyone who looked closely. It had grown to her like a second skin”

“From Shane's Point of View:Jester talking to Shane:"What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend?" Jester laughed. "She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her."Myrnin."Shut up," I said, and kicked him in the face.”