The sooner it's over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed.

— Erin Kellison

The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.

— Erin Kellison

The trouble with being an angel on Earth was that he was still a man. He got hungry. He thirsted. His lungs clamored without the draw of air. And for this woman, the only one in a thousand years, his body and soul ached. The trick was to will his mind, and ignore the Earthly sensations, as he'd done so many times with pain and trouble. Desire was no different, a call of the flesh. He could divide himself-acknowledge the lust and act on intellect. But see, the trouble with being an angel was that he was still a man.

— Erin Kellison

The wind stilled a bit, and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.

— Erin Kellison

They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.

— Erin Kellison

This was the stuff of novels with -- yeah -- men like him on the cover.

— Erin Kellison

Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.

— Erin Kellison

Two human families have died out on me in the past century alone." Warrick inclined his head. "It might help if you didn't eat members of your staff when you're displeased.

— Erin Kellison

Vampires aren’t noble?” “No. We serve or we prey.” “Like monks?” He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. “Prey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.

— Erin Kellison

Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale. Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He's ---" she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words "-- the power that dominates Dark side. Pure creation.

— Erin Kellison