“Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.”

“It had been so good to see his enemy again. Positively heartwarming.Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance.- Lash”

“Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm.Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good-He looked down, pissed off.Oh, wrong hand.”

“As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn’s fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA they shared.”

“Hell, any plan that added "and then we pray" is not a trip to Disneyland.”

“They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate. "Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on.""They're for fighting, not fashion.""So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan.""And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me.”

“Cuz it sure as hell appeared that his library card was getting stamped tonight.”