If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

The last declaration he’d made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

If I am to die tonight, let me die a fighter.

It is not Love that is the crime and it is not Love that is the sin. It is the absence of it!”ARcher Tariq – “A Rising Darkness

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you’re wearing?

Well, can you tell her that?”He looked down at his feet. “I will. I will.”Guy-speak for, “I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

You’ll get fired if anyone finds out about us!””So many rules in this century,” Vane muttered.

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?