“Raith smiled. "There. You already feel yourself weakening. I've taken thousands like you, lovely child. Taken them and broken them. There was nothing they could do. There is nothing you can do. You were made to feel desire. I was made to use it against you. It is the natural cycle. Life and death. Mating and death. Predator and Prey." Raith leaned closer with each word, and brushed his lips against Murphy's throat as he spoke. "Born mortal. Born weak. And easily taken." ... "And that's only a taste, child. When you know what it is to be truly taken later this night, you will understand that your life ended the moment I wanted you.” Urban FantasyDresden FilesJim ButcherBlood RitesHouse RaithLord Raith Book:Blood Rites Source: Blood Rites