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

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

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

“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?”

“Go fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement.”

“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.”