“They have demons on Antarctica?” “Yeah,” Ash breathed. “It wasn’t always covered by ice, that was just a precaution when they buried them.”

“Cause I'm an angel, a demon. Yeah I'm hell and I'm heaven. I'm everything you couldn't be, now you believe in the devil. I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep... And when the dirt hits the coffin - Just go to sleep.”

“Most people carry their demons around with them, buried down deep inside. Writers wrestle their demons to the surface, fling them onto the page, then call them characters.”

“Were you raised in a barn? You don't just walk into someone's house." Ash laughed. "I have an open invitation to enter whenever I'm here.""Yeah, but what if he's naked or something?"Ash led him into the foyer. "I've known Kyrian for over two thousand years, and I can honesty say that I have never once caught him naked in his living room." The door closed behind them without Ash or Nick touching it- something that always unnerved Nick when Ash did it. "Besides, Rosa's still here. I know he's not walking around bare-assed with her on duty.”

“It was as though he was pure sexual energy contained in a wrapper of smooth, bronze skin, and damn, it wasn’t fair that a demon should be so cover-model handsome.”

“The demon coughed nervously. Demons do not breathe; however, every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life. And this was one of them as far as the demon was concerned.”