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“I mean it’s almost through with her. It’s killed her and has devoured almost everything it can. When it’s finished, it will leave Kayleigh and come out here looking for another meal. If that happens, it will be almost unstoppable, because it will have one foot in our world and one foot in Hell. Usually demons can’t stay in this world past sunrise, but not this one. It won’t be bound by normal demonic rules, and it will be very, very hungry. I need to destroy it while it’s still in your daughter.”
― John G. Hartness, Quincy Harker: Year One

“It’s worse than I thought.” “How bad is that?” His voice went up a little on the end, like he was fighting off panic. I didn’t blame him. I was a little, too, and it wasn’t my little girl up there. Of course, I did have to live in this dimension, so demons running loose sounded like a terrible idea to me. “Your daughter is dead. I’m very sorry.”
― John G. Hartness, Quincy Harker: Year One

“taking it,’ he said as he fumbled for his wallet to pay for the bottle. With that, he grabbed June’s hand and practically lifted her up. ‘Come on, we’re going.’ June had another fit of the giggles. It was the longest mile for Pope. The valet was surprised to see them again so soon. They got into the elevator, only to have to wait ‘til they got back to the room before he could rip the dress off her. With them in the elevator car were a Chinese couple and their six-year-old son. Pope used June as a human shield to hide his erection, but to get even, he kept rubbing his hardness against her backside. She desperately tried to stop laughing but failed miserably, causing the family to wonder what was so funny. Thank God for magnetic keys, because if he’d had to fumble with a traditional key to open the door, he was certain that they would just have to do it right there. The rest of the evening was consumed with passion that was fiery, unreserved, and delirious. ‘I can’t remember having”
― Jack O. Daniel, Scorched

“He smiled widely, his eyes dancing with joy agreement.  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” I slid in her office, taking in the professionalism of it all, but still seeing hints of her personality decorating the room. I eased my body into her chair, spinning it to face the window. I didn’t want her to see me when she came in the building. I waited for what felt like forever, daydreaming about her voice, her gaze, her lips,”
― Felicia Tatum, Mangled Hearts