He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, a...
Valkyrie, if there was ever a cradle to be robbed ... Gods, just
Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints.Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he sai...
Inch by inch it's all a cinch, by the yard it's hard. Go for it -- no matter how slow or long the process seems at first.
Death drives desire.
Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop
