Lachi

“He’d do anything, absolutely everything for this man, suck him, kill, kill himself, run away, be something else, anything else, everything just blurred, darkness, a place inside that only held him and Dan. Nobody else, nothing else, no time, no place, no affiliations, no past, no future.”
― Aleksandr Voinov, Special Forces - Soldiers

“You named your son’s pet after a rabid monster dog?”

“No,” Thanatos growled. “Wraith did. Bastard taught the pup to respond to Cujo, and we couldn’t get him to respond to anything else after that.”
― Larissa Ione, Rogue Rider

“Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.”
― Larissa Ione, Lethal Rider

“Reaver was about to go where angels feared to tread. He supposed that really did make him a—

“Fucking idiot.”

Reaver stared at Eidolon. “I was going to go with ‘fool.’ Also, only a fucking idiot would call an angel a fucking idiot."

The demon doctor stared back, his dark eyes glittering with gold flecks. “A fool would merely consider entering hell without a plan. Only a fucking idiot would be serious about waltzing into the Prince of Evil’s living room in the very center of hell to kidnap Satan’s little girl. Without a plan.”

“I have a plan,” he muttered.

Eidolon parked a tray of surgical tools next to the exam table Reaver was sitting on. “And your plan is?”

“Ah…it mostly involves sneaking in and sneaking out.”
― Larissa Ione, Reaver