Olga

“Flattered as I am that you count me among the beautiful people, Barrons, allow me to point out that I’m still alive. I encountered the Gray Man and I’m still here, just as pretty as always, dickhead.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“So," he said, "you really think having archangels string you up by your halo is worth saving this Harvester chick?"
"She saved the world"
Wraith shrugged. "So did I, but I don't see you offering up your holy ass to save me."
"Are you suffering unspeakable horrors at the hands of Satan?"
"No," Wraith said, "but sometimes I have to eat the hospital cafeteria food.”
― Larissa Ione, Reaver

“Good luck, man." Wraith clapped him on the shoulder. "For an angel, you don't suck."
"Ditto. For a demon....well, you do suck."
"Because I'm half vampire?"
"Sure," Reaver said. "Let's go with that.”
― Larissa Ione, Reaver

“That's my girl," he murmured.

"I'm not your girl."

"Well," he said not bothering to hide his smile from her sightless eyes, "the good news is that the honey gave you back your sparkling personality."

"And the bad news?"

"The honey gave you back your sparkling personality.”
― Larissa Ione, Reaver