“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“This is a private home.""And?""And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?""No.""You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed.A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish.""Not when it's inconvenient.”

“The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.”

“I hate to interrupt such a touching scene but those hellhounds are not going to wait for you two to play kissey face. So, unless you intend to nail a chunk of roast beef to my butt and have me run around as a distraction, I would suggest we prepare for battle." Pg. 113-114”