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There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)
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In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.
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I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith
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And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.
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Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit
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It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.
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Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.
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Tell me something, Raphael?" He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?" She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?" Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.
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He understands evil better than any other person I’ve ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.
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Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “get under a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.
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An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.
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Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.
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I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.
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Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.
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He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go...even if she begged for her freedom.
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Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.
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...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.
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But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.
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I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.
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I shouldn’t ask you to,” he said, devotion in every word, “but I’m going to. Wait for me, Jess. I’ll come back to you.” Naked emotion turned the sea green into hidden emeralds. Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. “You never have to ask, Galen. Forever, that’s how long I’d wait for you.
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No more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.
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It was a white-collar crime.” Illium gave her an odd look. “In the human world, such crimes are lightly punished, though they harm hundreds, leading some to choose death out of despair, while the man who beats a single person is considered the worse criminal.
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Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.
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When you want something so bad it hurts,” he said quietly, “and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?