• Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

    J.R. Ward (2005). “Dark Lover: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.313, Penguin