“Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.”

“It’s easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.”

“It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow”

“Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.”

“Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?”

“The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.”

“It could have been possible to put a little more fuck you into his tone, but some of it might've slopped out the sides.”