...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

I don’t care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.

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

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

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.

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

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.