Akil, humans have these wonderful little things we like to cling onto, called souls. The jury’s still out as to whether demons have them, I sincerely doubt you do.” ~ Muse.

That wasn’t a compliment.”~ Muse & Akil

I’m just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm.”Akil tasted his wine and smiled. “Muse, you are the storm.

Get off that damn chair and pull yourself together. You’re supposed to be an ageless creature of chaos and all I’m getting right now is sulking city boy.

I’d expect nothing less.” Demons; only they can get a cheap thrill from a death threat.