“A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.”

“It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1)”

“Victor smiled through the pain and the blood. "Of course you have. I used to think Belikov was the savage one, but it's really you, isn't it? You're the animal with no control, no higher reasoning except to fight and kill.”

“What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”

“Weirdly, an image of Adrian’s Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping itapart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.”

“Wildly passionate, deliriously orgasmic, exquisitely delicious, savage. Pounding, rapture-enducing, sweaty, nasty, scorchingly ecstatic, heart-stopping, brain meltingly raw screaming sex”