Thomm Quackenbush is quoted here; further biographical details are not publicly available.
“Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.”
“There are three people in your life: your great love, the one you want to have children with, and the one whom you can spend the rest of your life with. If you find that last one first, you have it made.”
“Reciting from rote seems a terrible way to honor the gods and a precise killing of the power of the words.”
“It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.”
“He never thought he was right. The horror of all that had died under his will had become mundane to him. You see, the first horror is the horror itself. The real horror for him was accepting it as necessary.”
“Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice.”