“My heart stumbled a little, but the tenderness in his voice kept me from falling.”

“Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. "You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.”

“If you throw stones on my way to stumble and I fall, you try to put extra care when passing my way, lest you stumble and fall.”

“I kept my gaze on Celina, and copied a move I’d seen Ethan make: I slid my hands into the pockets of myjeans, kept my posture businesslike, and let my voice go a little deeper, a little smokier. “Not a toy, Celina.But rest assured—I know exactly what I am.”

“KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.”

“My true-love hath my heart and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;There never was a bargain better driven.His heart in me keeps me and him in one;My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:He loves my heart, for once it was his own;I cherish his because in me it bides.His heart his wound received from my sight;My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him his hurt did light,So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,My true-love hath my heart and I have his.”