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“His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“Cursed,” he once cried in a fit of rage. His temper has always been as restless and unpredictable as the sea itself. But his…

— Jennifer Silverwood

“I had witnessed his pain in motion; the way he had stroked over the sea fueled by something so similar to what fueled me.…

— Marni Mann

“The shaking had stopped, outwardly, but her mind couldn't hold a thought for any length of time without splintering apart. She took a deep…

— Kamila Shamsie

“...The devil had long ago taken a shine to Tert Card, filled him like a cream horn with itch and irritation. His middle name…

— E. Annie Proulx (Author

“He was starting to realize that to always look but never truly be able to touch, was a special kind of torment. What kind…

— Erica Stevens

“His skin was dark, his face tanned, little crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Sun lines, not laugh lines, she was sure. She…

— Kat Martin

“I can never forget the indescribably crafty shadow that passed over Flatfish's face as he laughed at me, his neck drawn in. It resembled…

— Osamu Dazai

“A finely tuned spike of pain speared through his skull, signalling a detectable breach in his conditioning. He didn't want to stop his decent…

— Nalini Singh

“For the first time, also, I felt what the duties of a creator toward his creature were, and that i ought to render him…

— Mary Shelley

“He walked out on the beach to the edge of the light and stood with his clenched fists on top of his skull and…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Steel shards, his eyes held hers. Breathless, Patience blinked up at him. His face was hard, a warrior's mask. Waves of anger and aggression…

— Stephanie Laurens