“You are entirely too pleased with your own sayings sometimes. I suppose you even have a quip prepared for your death?" "Are you planning to find out?" I trailed my fingers through his hair. His scalp was warm and dry beneath my fingertips. It startled me, as it still did sometimes, that he was solid and alive; that this wild, unnameable creature was not a phantom but sat still beneath my hand. That the demon who ruled all our world was mine. "I don't know," I said. "Have you come up with any reasons why I shouldn't?" He sat up straighter and kissed me. I leaned forward, kissing him back, until I lost my balance and we both tumbled to the ground, with me, landing on top of him.”
Book:Cruel Beauty