"Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man."

"He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?"-Butch and Marissa"

"Without his mate to share his life, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was npt even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air.He lived, though was not truly alive"

"Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here."

"As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest.-Butch and Marissa"

"Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air."