" An hour later, Cookie, Lacey, and I sat in the graveyard, watching a slave demon who looked like a nineteen-year-old kid--a very well-built nineteen-year-old kid--dig up a grave shirtless, his wide shoulders shimmering in the moonlight.

"I'm going to hell," Cookie said, unable to rip her gaze off him.

"Well, if you go, there are probably others who look like that. It might not be such a bad place."

"I want to have his demon babies," Lacey said "

― Darynda Jones , Seventh Grave and No Body (Charley Davidson, #7)