Beauty and power was commonplace to the dragons as mud and manure to a stable boy.

Forbidden fruit makes a wonderful wine." Vazco gave him a leading look. "But leaves a hell of a headache.

You can't purchase me with a bunch of stones." "I wouldn't dream of purchasing you." Cullen laughed low in his chest and smiled, this time showing even white teeth. "You're too much trouble. I thought I'd just steal you for a bit.

How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?

You can't order me away, you pissant human--" "I just did." Kas swept past him...

What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?