Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

UG staff is patching up wargs, and all surviving Guardians are tied up," Wraith said, "But they could probably use some medical attention. Especially the one dipshit with the idiotic Mohawk. He lost a lot of blood." "Because you ate him," Sin said wryly. Wraith blinked with exaggerated innocence. "Fighting makes me hungry.

Hellboy?” “What?” “Touch me. Make me forget all this.” He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

I will bear this pain for you,” he swore. “If one of us has to bleed, it will be me. It’ll always be me.

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.

Lore? Tell me what Sin said about you being tortured wasn't true,' He didn't look at her as he moved toward the bathroom. 'It wasn't true.' 'You're lying.' 'You told me to.