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.

Your mom is my sunset, and you are my dawn.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

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

He wouldn’t take anything from her ever again. But from this point on, he’d give her whatever she wanted. Which was easy, because what she wanted right now was an orgasm.

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

I will never belong to anyone—I will die before I allow that to happen.