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.

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

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

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

How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?

What pleasure is there in life without beauty?" Dulcie slid a silken blue fold down so her right hip bone showed, and nodded with approval. "Beauty won't fill your belly or keep you warm." Dulcie chuckled. "You might be surprised.

Her people, the Half-Lights, were the by-blows of the full-blood Magicians and humans. As such, they were outcasts from both kingdoms. Their magic was too unpredictable for the magicians, and too magic - period - for the humans.

Before she could touch him, he stepped back. "I've no need of a human." "Half-Light," she corrected, still meeting his gaze in the surface. "I've no need of a dragon magician.

The dragon marking rested, his fangs concealed and his eyes shut. "Your dragon is pleased," she said. "Indeed, he is.