“Confidence is good, but when they hold their heads high like that, it just makes them look cocky and snobbish.”
— Grace Fiorre
“He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.”
— Gillian Flynn
“That was not sex. That was naked poetry.”
— Hank Moody
“You’re Nash’s brother. And a grim reaper?” She blinked again, and I readied myself for hysterics, or fear, or laughter. But knowing emma, I should have known better. “So you, what? Kill people? Did you kill me that day in the gym?” She clenched the headrest, her expression an odd mix of anger, awe, and confusion. But there was no disbelief. She’d seen and heard enough of the bizarre following her own temporary death that Tod’s admission obviously didn’t come as that much of a surprise.Or maybe Nash’s Influence was still affecting her a little.”No,” Tod shook his head firmly, but the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. “I had nothing to do with that. I do kill people, then I reap their souls and take them to be recycled. But only people who are on my list.””So, you’re not…dangerous?”His pouty grin deepened into something almost predatory, like the Tod I’d first met two months earlier. “Oh, I’m dangerous….””Tod…” I warned, as Nash punched his brother in the arm, hard enough to actually hurt. “Just not to you,” the reaper finished, shrugging at Emma. “I see you all the time, but you’ve never seen me, because Kaylee said if I got too close to you, I’d suffer eternity without my balls.””Jeez, Tod!” I shouted, my anger threatening to boil over and scald us all.The reaper leaned closer to Emma and spoke in a stage whisper. “She’s not as scary as she thinks she is, but I respect her intent.”
— Rachel Vincent
“Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon.”Daemon’s grin went up a notch. “Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.”
— Jennifer L. Armentrout
“Hate. Huh. He’d never hated himself. If anything, he’d always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn’t denied it, either, and next time he’d slept with her, he’d made sure to scream, “Strider” at the pivotal moment.” –Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat–”
— Gena Showalter