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.

He leaped to his feet, grabbed her, and spun her to face him. "No more bullshit, Sin. Feel what you've done." He took her hand and pressed it to her chest, where her heart was pounding painfully fast. So was his. "Let yourself feel something for someone else." ~Con

When you can't be sure of anything else in this crapped- on world, you have to be sure of yourself.

You should smile more often.' 'Can't.' He grunted as he opened her shirt to expose her chest. 'My face might freeze like that.

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

Reseph tried to convince one of my vamps to slip an aphrodisiac into my drink." "Ares is quite fond of the orc-weed," Vulgrim called out from the kitchen, and yeah, there was a set of chains in the dungeon with his name on them. Limos scowled. "What did your demon say?" "Nothing," Ares muttered.