Why are you all here?" "One of Bantazar's assassins hit you with an exomangler," Lore said. "He's dead." "A lot dead." Wraith snorted and high-fived Lore. "Massive deadness.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

Wow", he rasped. "Do you emasculate all the men, or am I speacial?

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

What's going on?" Kynan asked Luc smiled, which was little more than a baring of his teeth. "She's a warg. She knows I know, but I'm guessing her human buddies don't know. She's afraid I'll tell." "Are you going to?" "That depends." "On what?" Luc's voice dropped an octave. "Whether or not she gives me what I want." "And that is?" "Fifteen minutes. Naked." "That's blackmail." Luc snorted. "Wargs call it negotiation." "So you want fifteen minutes...what will she want?" "With me?" Luc winked. "Two hours.

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

Easy there, Smurfette.