“There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead; you're down to the boneTell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrownMaybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?Angelina”

“and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.”

“The TV said you should ignore bullies and they would stop harassing you. In practice this worked about half the time. The other half, you ended up with two tall boys shadowing you through a trailer park, their fingers taking little nips at your clothes, like dogs.”

“What does this Daimon look like? (Xedrix)He’s tall and blond. (Kyle)Well, that narrows it down to every Daimon here except Stryker. What would that be? Several thousand of them? Could you be a bit more specific and if you tell me he was dressed in black, I’ll kill you myself and spare me the agony of dying. (Xedrix)”

“Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?''I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones.”

“You're dead, Cordelia.'No I'm not.'Yes you are. You're dead.Lie down.”