“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

“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.”

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

“I’m immune to euphoria.”