“ 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. Barbara T. Cerny
“ Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warm… Barbara T. Cerny
“ Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride. Barbara T. Cerny
“ I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am. Barbara T. Cerny
“ I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless. Barbara T. Cerny
