Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

— Priya Ardis

It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.

— Rudyard Kipling

Wake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.

— Stefan Emunds

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

— Priya Ardis

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch.

— Priya Ardis

I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.

— Priya Ardis

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

— Priya Ardis

Waiting for one’s execution is worse than dying. To seek my beheading is glory. Who went to his execution willingly? Jesus did. Jesus even dragged his cross half way to Golgotha. I think he would have nailed himself to the cross if he had to.

— Stefan Emunds

Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.

— Priya Ardis

I've always regarded it as a test of character to dislike the Kennedys. I don't really respect anyone who falls for Camelot.

— Christopher Hitchens