Quotes from Larissa Ione

When you can't be sure of anything else in this crapped-on world, you have to be sure of yourself.

The world was going to burn, and he was holding the match.

Who am I?" he asked, his voice dragging the very pits of Hell. "I'm death, and I've come for you, asshole.

You people are so damned stupid," Revenant said. "That's why angels always take it up the ass against fallen angels. Ever watch Spaceballs ? Explains it perfectly. Evil will always triumph because Good is dumb." Revenant grinned and waggled his brow. "Fortunately for you, I'm evil. Let's go.

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You…and this world you've opened up for me ... I want a life with you, and I want a life in your world.

This is Declan." Declan nodded. "Mr…Reaper." Azagoth grunted. "So you're the human who stole my daughter from me." "I didn't steal her from you, sir." Declan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight against his big chest. "She'll always be your daughter. I'm just here to worship her.

My husband and son are at the movies, and the hellhounds, appropriately named Duvel (Duch/Belgian dialect for ''devil'') and Hexe (German for ''witch''), are in the backyard for the evening. Only the cat, Vegas (I know, right? Totally doesn't fit the theme, but she came with the name) is running around the house, She gives the newcomers a bored look before heading to the bedroom to get white fur all over my pillow. What grows on Vegas does not stay on Vegas.

He moved toward Jedda, his pulse inexplicably growing faster as he neared her. He'd been in the presence of blindingly gorgeous females with unimaginable power in his centuries of life, and none of them had affected him like this. No, this was different, a mix of attraction and anticipation he would almost compare to battle lust.

I love you, Cat," he whispered. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I hope you know that I'd do it all over again to be with you. Thousands of years of loneliness was worth every second you've been in my life.

said, his voice thick with anger, "I'm going to get into her

I'm not leaving you." Her hot breath whispered across his ear, and his groin tightened. "I'd rather die with you than die alone.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

a poza tym... rany, kole?. pr?dzej wepchn??bym fiuta w nie?yj?cego od miesi?ca trupa. - mog? si? za?o?y?, ?e ju? to robi?e?. - to eliminuje konieczno?? przytulania si? po seksie.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.

He watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as she'd thought. He was good-looking, though . . . chin-length brown hair, full lips, five-o'clock shadow. Maybe she'd do him while she fed from him. Shade wasn't always available for a rendezvous in the hospital's supply closet, and Wraith acted as if she had a disease

Somewhere overhead, an owl hooted, and a few minutes later, a wolf howled into the growing darkness. Reseph took comfort in the sounds, because they meant he wasn't alone. Sure, the owl might fly over and shit on him, and the wolf might eat him alive, but at least he'd have company for a little while.

My mom used to say that a man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.

There's very little that frightens me more than the Grim Reaper when he's horny.

Newsflash, you Heavenly puke; no children that come of the union with my mate will ever be handed over to you.

He could deal with hatred, but he couldn't deal with fear. A crying, cowering female in his bed just didn't do it for him. On the other hand, angry sex could be fucking hot as shit.

If you can master peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for Stew, I'd be really impressed. "Peanut butter sticks to the bread and rips it apart. It's stupid.

When we die, we get put right back on earth to live our miserable existences over and over and over for all eternity.

Just don't be surprised if you find yourself riding a bolt of lightning if you piss me off." "I'm into kinky shit, so that works.

Whoa." Limos stepped into the middle of them all, arms outstretched. "This is a party. You know, to celebrate life. Stop with the doom and gloom. Why does this happen every time we're together." "My name is Death," Than said drolly. "Mine is War," Ares reminded her. Reseph raised his plastic floofing cup. "Pestilence." "So, Famine," Ares said pointedly, "what was your question again?