" Now now,” he said, setting his hand on her shoulder. He didn’t even see her turn. One moment she had her back to him, and the next her face was in his. Tears streamed from narrow, red eyes, her nostrils flared, and her mouth was twisted in a vicious snarl. She could have bitten his nose off if she wanted to. "

― Matt Tomerlin , The Devil's Fire (Devil's Fire, #1)