All Quotes By Tag: Demon

“Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.”

“Killian O’Brien, would I truly do anything to damage your diddler after I’ve only just healed it?”

“Killian, have I nearly killed you?” she whispered as she lay beside him and her lips kissed his ear. “No, but when I do die, I would ask that you make certain it is you who takes my life in just such a manner,” he said in a breathless fashion.”

“Tell me… tell me you’re mine.”

“I miss the stars the most. They give off their light, completely unaware or heedless of the life and death taking place beneath them. It doesn’t matter to them whether the angels win this war. Or the demons. Whether the whole world burns. In the end, they’ll still be there. Constant and true.”

“He fitted his mask in place – a smiling red fiend with black horns extending upward. I cocked a brow. “The devil?” With a rakish grin, he stepped closer. “Always, baby.”

“That would have killed Shylie to watch you die!” Alainn whispered. “She’s quite dead, even now!” Killian suggested not with callous intent but merely stating the fact of the situation.”

“Always life would bring with it joy and sorrow combined. To allow herself to love and to love well, she opened her heart to loss, but to live without love would truly be no life at all. Alainn was well aware with any great love there would be great loss. It was both the cost and the reward of loving.”

“Pray as if all things depend on God, and work as if all things depend on you.”

“Lips to lips, mouth to mouth,Comes the speaker of the shrouds,Suck in the spirit, speak the words,Let secrets of the dead be heard.”

“Suck on this, Edward.”

“Hate. Huh. He’d never hated himself. If anything, he’d always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn’t denied it, either, and next time he’d slept with her, he’d made sure to scream, “Strider” at the pivotal moment.” –Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat–”

“Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don’t be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.”

“¿Por qué? ¿Acaso crees que los demonios no podemos sentir afecto? Somos seres racionales y experimentamos emociones complejas. Si los ángeles pueden matar, ¿por qué nosotrso no podemos amar?”

“—¿Cómo puede creer en demonios y no preocuparse por ellos? Es como saber que fuera hay un lobo que te quiere matar y que ese detalle no te importe. No tiene sentido.—Es porque también creo en Dios y estoy convencido de que es más fuerte.”