‘John had never even imagined Gray smiling; like everything else about him, it was sexy, oddly sweet, and, given the flash of fang, borderline disturbing.’ – “Destroyer of Worlds (SPECTR Book 5)” by Jordan L. Hawk
‘The Fantome was bound by the same working that gave it strength. That ring of blood held it in that room, confined it to the tower; it could not follow me out the door and into the deserted square, where I slumped to my knees, panting, almost sobbing for breath, my heart beating in my chest like a terrified bird’ – “Melusine” by Sarah Monette
“Because it is not only my heart and soul that crave it,” he said, his voice strained. “There is a terrible need… in the darkest part of me… and it will never be satisfied until I have wrenched you from the light of the world and into the shadows with me” – “Merrick” by Claire Cray
‘Perhaps what separated nightmare from life was that extra edge of pain that your mind could not conceive of’ – “Nor Iron Bars a Cage” by Kaje Harper
‘The seduction frightened Tony more than the Hunger. Even shadow-held, he’d responded … He was alive because Henry wanted him alive. He’d die when Henry decided it was time. Sure, that applied to pretty much anyone who shared a vampire’s territory, but he knew it. Personally. Hell, biblically’ – “Smoke and Shadows” by Tanya Huff
‘The god of wolves is the god of death … He is the god who knows that nothing comes without price’ – “A Companion to Wolves (Iskryne)” by Sarah Monette and Elizabeth Bear
‘They would use her to destroy their enemies and then they would poison her, bleed her, and murder her. Then they would retrieve her bones to carve another yasi’halaun, find another woman, and do the whole thing again’ – “Black Blades (The Rifter Book 3)” by Ginn Hale
‘Alec was beginning to be as frightened of Seregil as he was for him. He hadn’t intended to sleep the previous night, but the exhaustion of the past few days caught up with him and he’d dozed off. In the middle of the night he’d awakened to find Seregil crouched less than a foot away, eyes shining like a cat’s in the dark, his breathing was so harsh it was almost a growl. Motionless, he simply stared at Alec’ – “Luck in the Shadows” by Lynn Flewelling