Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.

Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.

Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.

Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.

Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.

Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.

He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

At its Greek root, "to believe" simply means "to give one's heart to." Thus, if we can determine what it is we give our heart to, then we will know what it is we believe.

Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

The spiritual is the cause of action. Action is life.

My Web site, everything I write in there is from me.

Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.

To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life's outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.

Americans are not gonna conserve. We're not gonna shift to smaller cars. We can't - we have big, fat kids.

One thing that I always liked about fashion was that it was tied in with music and art and film.

When somebody turned me on to a Coltrane record around seventh grade, I took up saxophone.

Do you know how to read?" "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one," he said.