“Love. Nightmares. Angels. War.”

“I hear you've been with every Rephaite in a skirt.'Crap. Where did that come from?'Who told you that?' HIs smile shifts into something less amused. 'Daniel. Who else? The prick.''Is he a liar?'Rafa leans against the pale wall. 'I haven't been with everyone.''What about Taya?''Hell, no. I'm no monk, but I have standards.'I wonder what else Daniel was wrong about. 'What about me?'Rafa's teasing smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. 'You had standards too.”

“He guides my fingers under his hair to the nape of his neck. To the shape of a crescent moon.”

“We're quiet for a moment. And then: 'Why did you call me Matt?''It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that I know you, I realise I should have called that character Dick.'He laughs, and then the couch shakes. 'Honestly, Gabe, I forgot you could be this much fun.”

“Morning after morning, I wake up with him lingering in my thoughts and I feel guilty without having any idea why.”

“I know exactly who I am. It’s everyone else who seems to be having a problem.”

“He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next.”