“How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her… sweetly.”

“As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came in her apartment
He left the blood stains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom.”

“And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.”

“When'er with soft serenity she smiled,
Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise,
How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild,
The liquid lustre darted from her eyes?”

“Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree.
Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills,
The delight of her husbands, her aunts, an infant of three,
And of medicos marveling sweetly on her ills.”

“So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.”

“Nefret had always had an uncanny ability to read his thoughts. 'Did she cry?' she asked sweetly. 'And then you kissed her? You shouldn't have done that. I'm sure you meant well, but kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.”

“He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.”

“She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.”

“Wroth, darling,” she purred, smiling so sweetly. “I can’t wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you.” In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.”