Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes... " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.

Edden called the church first,” she said by way of greeting, her thin eyebrows high as she spotted Ford’s arm linked in mine. “Hi, Ford.” The man reddened at the lilt she’d put in her last words, but I wouldn’t let him take his arm back. I liked being needed. “He’s having trouble with the background emotion,” I said. “And he’d rather be abused by yours?” Nice. (Ivy, Rachel and Ford)

that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.