Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.

“You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder.He smiled into her ha…”

“Christ on a crutch”

“Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—”Holy hypoxia, Batman.”

“So will you meet me?” “Yeah. Sure. Where.” “Montrag’s safe house in Connecticut…”