After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-" "Okay, that was so not my fault-" "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population." "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans." "They smell bad when they're dead." "All you mortal types do.
J.R. WardAll right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.
J.R. WardI cannae believe you let me touch you.โ His voice grew hoarse. โI shall remember this for all my nights.โ Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like thisโฆ. โDo not cry.โ His thumb went to her cheeks. โBeautiful female of worth, do not cry.
J.R. Ward