Jenna

“You're Mad Rogan!" Leon burst out.
"Yes," Mad Rogan said, his voice calm.
"And you can break cities?"
"Yes."
"And you have all this money and magic?"
"Yes."
Where was Leon going with this?
My cousin blinked. "And you look . . . like that?"
Mad Rogan nodded. "Yes."
Leon's dark eyes went wide. He looked at Mad Rogan, then glanced back at himself. At fifteen, Leon weighed barely a hundred pounds. His arms and legs were like chopsticks.
"There is no justice in the world!" Leon announced.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“given the choice, she knew she’d take a moment of the passionate, crazy rush of intense emotion she’d felt in Riddick’s arms over a lifetime of comfortable and safe.”
― Isabel Jordan, Semi-Charmed