I had a rare wine in my blood. Expiation was over, guilt washed out, terror canceled. - Tanith Lee

To be dead was a state which played odd tricks on dreams of vengeance.

He has been described as having a dancer’s body, a wrestler’s shoulders, a pianist’s hands, the legs of a marathon runner, the face of a young god, and the hair of a Renaissance prince. None of these descriptions seemed, to the off-hand observer, to be inaccurate.

Sorry," I said sweetly, "I'm the new one with the quick temper and the uncontrollable homicidal tendencies.