Larissa Ione Quotes

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

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

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

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.

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.

Horseman. I know you were born back when women were thought of as little more than brood mares and slaves, but it's the twenty-first century, and we can do anything a man does.

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.

I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.

Okay, boys.” Pestilence's grating voice rang out. “Kill the human and the mutt, and let's get this Apocalypse started!

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

My temper is under control," he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.

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.

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl

I suggested that someone grab Bill Gates and get him to install a new operating system, but apparently he's not a demon" At Reaver's eye roll she nodded. "Right? I was surprised too.

I will bear this pain for you,” he swore. “If one of us has to bleed, it will be me. It’ll always be me.

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

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

Hellboy?” “What?” “Touch me. Make me forget all this.” He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.

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.

For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.

You should smile more often.' 'Can't.' He grunted as he opened her shirt to expose her chest. 'My face might freeze like that.

Hurry," she breathed. Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

Wow", he rasped. "Do you emasculate all the men, or am I speacial?

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.

Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con

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

What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

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.

His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.' He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.

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.

I will never belong to anyone—I will die before I allow that to happen.

I swear, I’ve never met any demon as annoying as you are.” “You haven’t met my youngest brother.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

I hate you.” “I know,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.

I'll bet you could make a woman throw out all her toys

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

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

I don't try Sin. I do. Remember that.

Good luck, man." Wraith clapped him on the shoulder. "For an angel, you don't suck." "Ditto. For a demon....well, you do suck." "Because I'm half vampire?" "Sure," Reaver said. "Let's go with that.

Easy there, Smurfette.

Either one of you kill him, or I will.” Shade, Wraith and Kynan raised their hands to volunteer. How special. Brotherly love ran like syrup in the room.