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

He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

I suggested that someone grab Bill Gates and get him to install a new operating system, but apparently he's not a demon" At Reaver's eye roll she nodded. "Right? I was surprised too.

Forgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade

It wasn't a kiss, human, so don't get excited." She sputtered in outrage. "I don't know what putting your lips on someone else's mouth means for your people - whatever they are - but humans call that a kiss." "Congratulations, then. You made out with a hellhound.

Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem