“ His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was. Kathryn Smith
“ I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my… Kathryn Smith
