Don’t ever do that again, my intoxicating, wicked genius.

Sometimes I look for words to describe how I feel about her, and there aren’t any. They don’t exist. There’s nothing strong enough.

Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They’ve got some nerve burying all these dead people here.

Rinkeni, you could be standing on the other side of the earth, and I would hear you if you needed me.

When I’m near you, the air around you vibrates with life, Beck Ryker.

What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just wish there was a way to bottle your laugh. I’d wear it on a chain around my neck. That way, I could listen to it anytime.

He’s rich. Rich boys are always handsome.

It’s like being tethered to an angel. Hell keeps calling me but I can’t let go.

And when you blush it puts even the perfect rose to shame.

Hell won’t be so bad, you know. After all, I’ll be there to keep you company.