You are perfect for a female." "Not where I come from." "Then they're using the wrong standard.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.

He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.

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