leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl

Harvester’s heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

Good luck, man." Wraith clapped him on the shoulder. "For an angel, you don't suck." "Ditto. For a demon....well, you do suck." "Because I'm half vampire?" "Sure," Reaver said. "Let's go with that.

I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.

Horseman. I know you were born back when women were thought of as little more than brood mares and slaves, but it's the twenty-first century, and we can do anything a man does.

No bra,” he said against her mouth. “Thank you. I hate those things. Dumbest human invention. Ever.