Can you really crush stone?” Angel asked. “Or was that a lie?”Without looking behind him, David slammed his fist into one of the marble columns. It cracked, and several chunks immediately crumbled loose to scatter to the tiled floor like crumbs of flaking pastry. “Elevators,” he said. “This way.”“Jesus Christ,” Angel said to Cassandra. “He doesn’t look scary, but he’s fucking terrifying.

You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

Just remember,” he told her. “If you run from me, I will pursue.

We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream.