“Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!”

“Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy.""Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!”

“Every step she took seemed to show her a new danger. Talking to strangers could kill her. Failing to remember table etiquette could kill her. Ignorance could kill her. And now it seemed that stepping outside the tasters’ chambers for a stroll could kill her.”

“That body did not bleed while I carried it, Nesbit. You touch it but a moment, and it bleeds.""No, I didn't kill her."... "The dead always know who to blame. They are very good that way.”

“She was beautiful and radiant. He remembered the concern in her eyes. The same concern drove her now, pushing her toward acts of violence. On the surface, he'd be a fool to turn her down. She was driven by tragedy, just like him, and she would be incorruptible, just like him. He needed a blade to kill, but she could kill dozens at once empty-handed. She was Death, and she had just asked to be his ally.”

“If it's bleeding then kill it, if it's not bleeding, then make it bleed and kill it”