Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

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

You know I could crush you." "I know you won't." "Why, because I need to protect you?" "No," She poked him in the breastplate. "Because you gave me a pillow.

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

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

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.

We’ve always assumed The Aegis is all-knowing highly trained and organized but it’s nothing but a cult, isn’t it ? The weak and uneducated being led by those with their own agendas. Brainwashed lemmings following orders without question.