In fact, the males very rarely take permanent mates.' His skin was so tan. 'Why not?' 'Because we tend to kill the females.' Ah, well, okay. That wasn't cool.

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

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.

Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con

Lore? Tell me what Sin said about you being tortured wasn't true,' He didn't look at her as he moved toward the bathroom. 'It wasn't true.' 'You're lying.' 'You told me to.

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.