“We were friends before. Sort of. We never tried to kill each other.”

“I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, Id say it was tending toward ominous.”

“Its just you always Run, I finish for him I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. Ill still ru...”

“Dont you get it Cat? Youre the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you.”

“I dont know why its not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.”

“Hes barely finished himself inside me when my release hits. My thighs tense. The breath stalls in my lungs, and then I kick back my head and let out the loudest, throatiest, and most breathless moa...”

“Its just you always Run, I finish for him I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. Ill still ru...”

“For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whim...”

“Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. "There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.”

“The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night.”

“Small men command the letter of the law. Great men serve its spirit. For the spirit of the law is justice... and justice is the spirit of God.”

“The greatest war story ever told commemorates a war that established no boundaries, won no territory, and furthered no cause.”

“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”

“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”