165 Quotes by Eve Langlais

Inside, Lucifer chuckled with glee. As usual, things were going along as planned. His plan. His hellcat minion was about to meet the mother of his future litters. Or get enslaved by a bunch of sirens and turned into a stud. Either way, his will would be done. And the ranks of his demonic legion would swell.

A warrior’s most precious gift to society, after his skills and prowess, is his ability to pass on his greatness. As if we’d risk having future generations of virile perfection exposed to injury.

But more seriously, we snakes get a bad rep. Just because people are scared of us doesn’t make us inherently bad. I’d like to think I’m a decent guy who just happens to have been born with a cool ability.

The deal was that you’d take my place. I am a single, swinging man. I can’t get married. It would send unattached men around the world into a tailspin. The Lord of Sin must never allow himself to be restricted to one woman for life.

Did you just seriously ask me if the Northern Lights mutated my sperm?

What’s so funny?” she asked, crinkling her face in confusion. “This,” he said, whirling to bat down the books that sailed at him with flapping pages. “I mean in my youth, we had iron chastity belts to keep maidens pure, but this is new. And entertaining.” He smiled at her with sharp teeth, not at all bothered by her voices poltergeist act.

She looked at him with a wounded expression, one which caused a sharp pain in his chest. I really need to see the medtech unit about that. “You brought this on yourself. Which brings me to the next thing. Your punishment.

Lucifer’s most stoic warrior shook his head. “I say we put a plastic bag over his head and put him out of his misery,” muttered Xaphan. “The Lord I knew wouldn’t want to live this way.

We want to mark you to show the world you belong to us. If anyone’s a slave, it’s us for wanting to give you the moon.