from Out of the Darkness (book 2):

Zoe met Eric's eyes. Even in her platforms she was still a few inches shorter than he was. "And what do you do?"

His mouth quirked. "I set people on fire.

Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: "Playing 'tag, you're it' against a car is a bad idea.

If I release you, you won't scream? I'd rather not continue the conversation like this."
She shook her head, and he freed her. She scrambled away from him, feeling the grooves of the headboard bite into her back when she slammed into it.
He sat back on her bed, his hands on his jean-clad thighs. The hair at his neck curled from dampness. "You don't have to be afraid of me."
She almost laughed. "A stranger breaks in, and I'm supposed to be cool with that?"
"Amy, we're not strangers.

If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.

Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.