I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.

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

This is'nt like , vampire gay, is it? ~Kynan

His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion

For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.