Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly.... "We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Mara on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.

— Erin Kellison

She'd survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. "Well, hell." He smiled wanly at her. "Indeed.

— Erin Kellison

She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.

— Erin Kellison

She glanced again toward Vincent. "And who is he again?" Vincent grinned. "I'm Vincent Blackman of the Spider Sly Company. Warren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father's first.

— Erin Kellison

She went on tiptoe and pecked his cheek with a kiss. Daring of her, she knew. His green eyes went dragon-gold and sharp, the bones of his forehead morphing slightly to suggest the crowned brow of the dragon inside. At least he was smiling, though it was the kind of greedy grin that would send most people running in the opposite direction. Not her. "Let's just get this over with," she said. "Yes." His voice had gone rumble. "And then on to something else.

— Erin Kellison

Sleep," he commanded. "You need to rest after being jumped."" You could jump me.

— Erin Kellison

So either I help you or I'm on my own?" With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again." That's the choice," she said.

— Erin Kellison

Thane Dalian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself.

— Erin Kellison

The Agora had fallen, too. Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, "Seriously, love, I think we've got this.

— Erin Kellison

The dragon in him didn't want to give her a choice. Just wrap around her and smolder smugly, daring anyone who came near to cross him. Mine.

— Erin Kellison