"A swirling mist appeared in front of the frame and changed into a crystal chalice. (...) The lightning-streaked black mist in the chalice contained power that slithered along his nerves, snaked around his spine, and sought its release in the sudden fire in his loins. It was a molten force, catastrophic in intensity, savage beyond a man's comprehension...and he wanted it with all his being. (...) It shattered before he touched it, spraying crystal shards over the makeshift altar.(...)
'Tersa!'
Tersa looked back at him, said three words, and vanished.
Daemon's legs buckled. He huddled on the ground, gasping for air, shuddering from the fear that clawed at his belly. (...)
Three words.
She has come"

(in 'Daughter of the Blood' by Anne Bishop)

"Lady Maris turned her head toward the large, freestanding mirror. "You may go now." Daemon Sadi slipped out of bed and began dressing slowly, tauntingly, fully aware that she watched him in the mirror. She always watched the mirror when he serviced her. A bit of self-voyeurism perhaps? Did she pretend the man in the mirror actually cared about her, that her climax aroused him?
Stupid bitch."

( in 'Daughter of the Blood' by Anne Bishop)

Extenuada descanso sobre o teu peito.
Consumida por desejos proibídos e
Ventos cíclicos do baixo ventre...
Entrego-me falsamente,
diante dos teus olhos mortíferos.
E a perfeição dura dias!
E a maldade do passado pareceu-me
tão terrivelmente longe,
que apenas me deixei guiar pela sedução do presente.

Esses meus cordéis, aperta-os com o teu natural afinco,
Mágicamente sabemos que eles nos unem!

"till I bite thy neck again, this fall won't be sweet in vain"

I'm seeing red

"The man in the boat didn't move. His knees were open sores, bloody from kicking the top of the boat in his effort to keep the rats away. His vocal cords were destroyed from screaming. (...)
Lucivar kissed the top of the man's head. 'They've been destroyed or enslaved'. He offered the cup. 'Finish it, little Brother, and it will be finished.'
Lucivar gently massaged the man's neck. The movement was sudden,the sound sharp"

(in "Daughter of the Blood" - Anne Bishop)