“Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly.Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.”

“Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement."Dante: "What sort of disagreement?"Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.”

“A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.”

“Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again”

“Keeping low to avoid the branches that blocked their paths, they scurried through the dark. Dante with his usual elegant silence and Abby crashing behind him like a bull elephant with a tranquilizer stuck in its butt.”

“What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?”

“Blood hell, what happened to you?" - DanteThe dark wisard and I had a mild disagreement." -ViperWhat sort of disagreement?" -DanteI thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper”