“Puede que a ti no te importe morir, pero a mí sí (...) No voy a hacer eso por ti. Nunca. No me lo pidas a mí.-Zacharel a Annabelle”
“Look, Winged Wonder. Get me out of here, then we'll hammer out the details about where I'm staying. Okay?""Winged Wonder," he said, nodding. "I find that I do not mind that one. It fits.""Captain Modesty fits better," she muttered."I disagree. Winged Wonder is clearly the better choice for a man such as me."-Annabelle and Zacharel”
“You are treating that thing as if it is a great treasure," he said. Well, yeah. Because it was. "You have something against cookies?""I couldn't say, as I have never had one."Wait. What? "Never, as in never?""Is there another meaning for the word never that I don't know about?"Ha, ha. "But that's criminal!""Hardly.""But...why haven't you tasted one?""Because I choose to consume only foods that will strengthen me.""I'm not sure you realize how ridiculous you sound."-Annabelle and Zacharel”
“Disappointment mixed with bitter acceptance flashed in her eyes. "Maybe you are real," she said. "It would require a dark side I don't have to create someone like you.""You forgot to say 'no offense' before making that statement.""No, I didn't. I meant offense."Bold little human, wasn't she?-Annabelle and Zacharel”
“Suddenly self-conscious, she shifted from one booted foot to the other. "I asked the cloud for battle-ready clothing, and this is what I got. There are slits all over the pants, for easy access to the weapons, I'm guessing. But the bustier has me stumped. Unless, of course, the cloud thinks my cleavage will stun my opponents into stupidity."-Annabelle”
“It shall be my pleasure to remedy it. First, it is not your strength or your speed that draws me. It's your...everything. Your laugh, your wit, your emotions and the way they change. Your courage, your sweetness, your near obsessive delight in cookies. Second, you are indeed a prize. You've made me want what no one else ever had. A communion of bodies."-Zacharel to Annabelle”