How long have you been with Raphael?”“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.

Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again. “Holy hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper’s.”Venom raised an eyebrow. “You have hair prettier than one of Astaad’s concubines.”Ransom gave the vampire the finger.Venom grinned.

Someday,” she said in a voice as serene as a high mountain lake, “I’m going to break your neck. Then I’m going to saw it off with a hacksaw so I can take my time.” Venom’s grin creased his cheeks.“I knew you had it in you, kitty.”(Venom & Sorrow)

Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on.She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?”“Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.

They let you drive now?" he said in a wondering tone of voice calibrated to get under her skin. "I leave for a couple of years and miss kitty's first steps. Did anyone take photos for the baby album I sent you?""It's full of pretty pictures." Holly bared her teeth at him in a caricature of a smile. "Honor is a little concerned about how I keep drawing you with your head cut off," she said in a deliberately thoughtful tone, "but an artist must follow her instincts.

Do you have infrared vision?" Interest glittered on his face.Venom smiled, the curious reaction a far preferable one to quivering fear or horror. "You'll have to court me with roses and diamonds before asking such intimate questions."Vivek snorted. "It's just like working for the Guild--place is full of smartasses.

Does it hurt to bite your tongue so hard?" he asked with faux concern.Holly didn't miss a beat. "I'm in a car with you--I clearly have a high pain threshold,

Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?""Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?""I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

Obviously, I need to study princesses further.