“He looked like he’d poured his muscular body into a pair of faded Levi jeans with holes in the knees. Fine black hairs curled enticingly in the deep V of his light blue T-shirt, and a black leather jacket set off the sexy ensemble. Eight ball, corner pocket. Stop that, you wacko!”
“Taxes are not levied for the benefit of the taxed.”
“The day I met you is the day by which all others will be measured. — Levi Ian Bryson”
“pg 9, "The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.”
“Morning, K,” Levi said, looking wide-awake and cheerful.Demons shouldn’t be chipper. It should be a rule. Or maybe just my rule. Rule Number 1: Levi must never be perky in my presence. I needed to work on enforcing that.”