Kristina Douglas

“Because when I look at you and talk to you, all I think about is fucking.”

“I'm not a vampire" he snapped."Well, you drink blood to live and you have retractable fangs just like your wings. I'd say that makes you a vampire." I thought for a moment. "Or a Venezuelan fruit bat."Michael was not amused.”

“I’m immune to euphoria.”

“If I have to fall once more from grace, at least you’re going to make it worthwhile.”

“You have become my own personal demon. You haunt me, tempt me, drive me mad with wanting you, and I can no longer blame prophecies or powers or fate. It's just you. I have chosen you.”

“That's part of your curse. To drive men mad with desire and feel no pleasure"."Great," I muttered. "And all this time I thought I was frigid.”

“What's your job?" He looked blank. "I've forgotten...""I'm a writer. A novelist.""Maybe that explains why you were going to hell," Raziel said in a wry voice.”