"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!"
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2013). “With All My Soul”, p.196, Harlequin
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