Demons exist,' he says simply, as if talking about the weather. 'They are real and they are dangerous. We hunt them when necessary and return them when we can.

— Bill Blais

Did you look up 'incubus'?" Ren asked, in her ear. She heard a smile in his voice." Yes. Let's see, 'a lascivious spirit supposed to have sexual intercourse with women in their sleep,' if I remember right."" There. And you thought it wasn't possible. It's common enough they actually had to make up a word for it."" Well, if you've been doing that, then you must have been discreet, because I sure haven't noticed."" It's not my preferred method," he said. "I always wake them up first.

— Molly Ringle

Down every hall is a gruesome tangle of impossible creatures, and every one of them is split open or strung with barbs or dragging their insides after them, flailing along on shattered limbs or shredded wings or blasted stumps. I’ve got the pistol, half a can of spray and a handful of useless shotgun slugs. I’m dead.

— Bill Blais

I chew the inside of my lip, considering for a second what it would be like to slap this skinny little witch right across her tight-lipped little face. ~Kelly about Sun

— Bill Blais

I envy people that know love. That has someone who takes them as they are.

— Jess C. Scott

If I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say 'I love you' with my last breath

— Shannon Dermott

My body was jerking and shaking, and I remembered John when he was in the Tunnels with Lena. The weird jerking and twitching he seemed unable to control. Was this what it felt like to be in the grip of Abraham Ravenswood?

— Kami Garcia

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

— Jim Butcher

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

— Jess C. Scott

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces.

— Jess C. Scott