" Get thee behind me, Satan.”
A wink broke the horsetrader’s appraisal in the Devil’s gaudy eyes: The thought had occurred:
“Are angels equipped for such roguery?”
: Like man, made in God’s image-:
“-So God has an arsehole?”
:Yes. He calls him Michael: Lucifer laughed in such merriment that Kit smiled. :Surely thou has heart of l’osculum inflame:
“The infamous kiss. Your kiss. The one that bestows power of witchcraft. ’Tis not a kiss on the mouth, I hear.”
Lucifer only smiled. "
― Elizabeth Bear , Ink and Steel (Promethean Age, #3)