“Gray grinned down at her. "You broke the bed.”

“Cáel sighed. “Look, right now? Either you want Rose, or you don’t. If you do—and, quite frankly, it’s obvious to me that you do—then give the woman a break and give yourself some credit for not being a whack job. Women are strange creatures, Gray, and she isn’t a mind reader. Who the hell knows what kind of conclusions she’s drawn over your behavior? Shit or get off the pot.”It was a good thing Gray wasn’t drinking anything, or he’d have choked on that one. “That’s your advice on love? ‘Shit or get off the pot’?”

“Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone’s soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours. ~ Isadora Conti to Grayson van Court”

“I never said there wasn't anything to worry about. Just that I'd handle the situation. Take a deep breath, stop calling, and don't get involved. I'm full up on crazy family members at the moment.~Grayson van Court to Cassandra van Court”

“If people really want to ward off the undead, why don't they hang anchovies instead of garlic? I mean, seriously, is there anything more off-putting than those creepy little fish?~Cáel van Court to Damien Beck”

“Men, whatever their species, are predictable in their needs. ~ Isadora Conti”

“A name is simply a noun used to distinguish one person from another. But it’s amazing how much baggage can be packed into a single noun. ~ Grayson van Court”