“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.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“You have become my own personal demon. You haunt me, tempt me, drive me mad with wanting you, and I can no longer blame… — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“In truth I'd never been Outside Girl. My idea of roughing it was going without makeup.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“I squirmed. “What kind of angel uses words like quick fuck?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Fallen ones.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“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… — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“Because when I look at you and talk to you, all I think about is fucking.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“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… — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“In fact, I didn't like heights, closed-in places, places that were too open - give me a phobia and I embraced it enthusiastically.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“If I have to fall once more from grace, at least you’re going to make it worthwhile.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“I love you, Miss Mary. I’m no good for you, but if you’ll have me, I’m yours. Forever.” — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
“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… — Kristina Douglas Copy Share Image
