I didn’t even know he knew any mellow shit. Dear gods…is he ill? (Urian)
I don’t know. In nine thousand years, I’ve never seen him like this before. (Alexion)
I’m beginning to get scared. This has to be a sign of the Apocalypse. If he breaks out into Air Supply, I say we sneak up on him, drag him outside and beat the holy shit out of him. (Urian)

Auteur: Sherrilyn Kenyon