"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2013). “Twice Tempted: A Night Prince Novel”, p.14, Harper Collins
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