“I think (Robert E.) Howard often wrote with his heart, but not always with his head.”

“I'm scared of madmen with knives, and perverts hiding in alleys. I'm scared of people, because they're shit. But etheric entities don't frighten me. They don't have hands of flesh and blood. They can't fire a gun. The only way they can hurt you is through fear, your own mind. You must know that.”

“Just because everybody uses language, that doesn't mean that they can write even tolerable prose.”

“I lean back down and press my lips against his" you're going to be safe. i swear.i'll keep you safe."his lips move beneath mine." I love you." his eyes are strong for a second, intense Nick eyes."I will always love you no matter what.""we'll always love each other," i say”

“You're following me," I finally say. "Why?""Because I'm trying to reclaim what's mine.""I'm not yours.""You are.You always have been.You always will be.""That's crap.""Is it? Look inside youself, Zara. I think you'll find what's true.""I don't know what's true anymore. But I know you're starting to sound like a bad ripoff of Darth Vader in an old Star Wars movie. And I know you're trying to hurt me."He shakes his head and listens to air. "Never.""Which part? The Darth thing or the hurting thing?""Both.”

“You're perfect,aren't you?""I am a werewolf," he says between bites. He bends his head."That just gives you a totally good excuse for your pathetic temper."He wiggles his eyebrows. "True.”

“Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?”He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.”“To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?”“No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.”