Reyes Farrow Quotes

“How would you like your eggs?"

I tried. I really did. But I glanced at his crotch and it came out anyway. "Fertilized?”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“What do you want?"

"You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you in my bed every night. I want you there when I wake up in the morning. I want your clothes strung across my apartment and your scent on my skin.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“Hey, wait," I said, pulling back, "you are the son of Satan. Maybe we need a safe word."

His grin morphed into something wickedly charming. "Okay, how about, 'Oh, my god, it's so big.'"

Laughter burst out of me before I could stop it. Not that it wasn't. "That would be a safe phrase, but okay." I thought about it, then said, "How about 'Is that all you've got?”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“Is that what you think? That I follow you around to keep your ass out of trouble?"

"If so, you're not very good at your job."

A huge smile spread across his face. "True enough. So what's eating you? Because, sadly, it's not me.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“You still owe me a million dollars." I'd presented him with a bill for proving his innocence and getting him freed from prison. He had yet to pay. Couldn't imagine why.

"Yeah, I was hoping we could work that out."

"The interest alone is going to kill you."

"What do you charge?"

"Three hundred eighty-seven percent."

"Is that ethical?"

"It's as ethical as my dating the son of Satan.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“I noticed you tore down Donovan's house."

He lifted his gaze until it locked with mine. "He's alive because he left town. His house chose to stay. It paid the price.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“A wicked grin crinkled one corner of his mouth as he secured another sticky note on the door before shutting it in my face.

I blinked, then read the note.

Use the key.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“We should date."

I laughed, curled him into my arms, and kissed the soft spot underneath his earlobe. "You're going to have to go to obedience school for that to happen. You have authority issues."

"Never mind. We should have sex again and then date."

"Since you put it that way, okay.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“I've loved her for centuries," he said. "And I will love her until the stars burn out."
"Well, okay then," I said, leaning into him. "That's all you had to say."
He stilled when he realized for certain that I knew. That I had all my memories back. The relief I felt from him melted me. His emotions were overwhelming.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“What other secrets are you hiding behind those sparkling eyes?"
He grinned. “You have my heart. That’s where I hide all my secrets.”
“Then I guess I don’t have the key.”
“Are you kidding? You forged the key.”
― Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave

“Just how many drinks have you had?"
"Not enough," he said, his voice oceans deep.
"Not enough to forget her?"
"There isn't enough alcohol on the planet to make me forget her.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“Did you really think that when I learned my celestial name, I'd leave? I'd forget all about you?"
"You did leave. You did forget all about me."
"That's different."
"The pain was just real."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as though his life depended on it.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“If he didn't hate me so much and he wasn't an evil supernatural being, I'd be on him like black on Cookie's toast.
That woman could not make toast.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“I essentially killed those men. Am I slated for hell?"
He stepped to me. Put his fingers underneath my chin. Raised it until our gazes locked. "You're a god, Dutch. And the reaper. You don't get slated. You are the slate.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“I soaked him in. His image. His scent. His feel.
He pulled me to him. Dipped his head. Pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss I could only hope would not be our last.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“As we sat there, the door opened, just barely, and a hand slid inside and dropped a set of keys on a side table.
"Thanks, Garrett!" I called out.
He gave me a thumbs-up and closed the door.
"How do you suppose he knew we were performing sexual favors on each other?" I asked, snuggling against my man again.
"Possibly because you screamed my name about seven times.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“I looked up into the glittering depths of his mahagony irises. A soft line had formed between his brows as he studied me, and I realized for the thousandth time I could not read him. Not like I could most people. I felt emotion roiling within him, but i was jumbled, chaotic, a mixture of desire and concern and regret.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“The regular I both feared and salivated to see was names Reyes Farrow. Where others exuded aggression, deception, and insecurity, he literally dripped confidence, sex, and power. Mostly sex.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“I still had my hand on his side, careful not to press. He reached out and hooked a finger into the belt loop on my jeans. It felt so natural, so fulfilling, to be there with him. To talk with him as if we did it everyday. As if we'd been doung it every day for years. Not even the heat of Ian's fury could penetrate the warmth I was getting from Reyes.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“I don’t know. You just seem different now. Distant. Like you have PTSD.”
I knew from where I spoke. My TSD got P’d when I was tortured by a monster named Earl.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“He bit down, welding his teeth together as he tried to explain. "I didn't want you to see... my world. I never wanted you to see where I came from. And I damned sure didn't want you to see me in that place. To see the monster."

How ridiculous and vulnerable he could be over the craziest things. I wanted to kick him. But mostly I wanted to rip off his clothes because that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Reyes walking through smoke and ash, literally made of fire, his body startlingly powerful, his allure breathtaking.

His lids narrowed as he tried to read my emotions. Or maybe he'd already read them and thought he misunderstood. Stepping closer, braced both hands on the wall beside my head. Then he bent until his mouth was inches from mine. "You really are a god," he said, in awe of me when he had no idea the depths of my astonishment, of my awe of him.

"And you really were created in the fires of sin."

"You're repulsed?"

"Oh yes," I said, curling my fingers into the hem of his shirt and coaxing him closer. "Completely.”
― Darynda Jones, Eighth Grave After Dark

“I am sorry," I whispered to Reyes.
He wrapped his long fingers around my neck and buried his face in my hair. He smelled like a lightening storm. His emotions electricity. His body the desert after a rain. Fresh. Starkly beautiful. Dangerous.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his breath on my neck.
"I am now.”
― Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave

“Rey'azikeen."
He'd offered me one last glance and winked a microsecond before he was gone.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“Reyes and I sat arm in arm in the back of the rented SUV. He seemed relieved. Happy.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“No one could have survived that fall. Not even a supernatural being. Not even the son of Satan. He lay there, unmoving, and I could not wrap my head around it.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I still had my hand on his side, careful nit to press. He reached out and hooked a finger into the belt loop on my jeans. It felt so natural, so fulfilling, to be there with him. To talk with him as if we did it everyday. As if we'd been doung it every day for years. Not even the heat,of Ian's fury could penetrate the warmth I was getting from Reyes.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“I studied him as he studied me. Something came out of that dimension. It looked like my husband. Smelled like him. Felt like him. But the being standing in a pool of billowing black smoke was not the man I married. He was a feral version of him. A beast.
This truly was Rey'azikeen.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“Do you really think you'd go to hell?"
"No. As a god, I'd go to a prison dimension, I suppose."
"I think you've seen the inside of enough prisons to last you a few million years. And besides, why would you go there? You've done nothing wrong, Reyes."
He offered me a sad smile and looked away.”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight