“Aimee pulled him to a stop. "Thank you, Xedrix. I really appreciate this.""Really wish I could say the same. Damn bears, getting demons killed. What did we ever do to you?"Kyle let out a nervous half-laugh. "Well, you did try to eat me."Xedrix scoffed. "Man up, Kyle. We only took one small bite.”

“Aimee-"If someone's possessed by a demon, how do you get the demon out?"Xedrix-"Call a priest.”

“What does this Daimon look like? (Xedrix)He’s tall and blond. (Kyle)Well, that narrows it down to every Daimon here except Stryker. What would that be? Several thousand of them? Could you be a bit more specific and if you tell me he was dressed in black, I’ll kill you myself and spare me the agony of dying. (Xedrix)”

“You’re a demon. I thought your motto was ‘spoils to the victor.' (Aimee)No, our motto is ‘everything tastes better with hot sauce.' (Xedrix)”

“We could call you an ambisexual. A duosexual. A—”“Do I really have to find a word for it?” Kyle interrupts. “Can’t it just be what it is?”“Of course,” I say, even though in the bigger world I’m not so sure. The world loves stupid labels. I wish we got to choose our own.We pause for a moment. I wonder if that’s all—if he just needed to say the truth and have it heard. But then Kyle looks at me with unsure eyes and says, “You see, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”“Nobody does,” I assure him.”

“And she was just leaving. (Xedrix)Not yet, I’m not. (Aimee)Yes, you are. Adios. There’s the door. Doorknob twists to the left. The hinges open in. You should use them. Keep them working. Keep you breathing. (Xedrix)”