“So, now he's driving around with a little boy and a dead girl..." he prompted."Yeah, a dead girl in the back seat and a catatonic little boy up front." She paused. "He did pretty good considering."She took a deep breath. "And right after he crossed the Sabine River, just outside of Orange, I sat up.""You what? You just sat up?" He almost laughed at the image it conjured. This shouldn't be funny, not even in a gallows humor sort of way."Yeah. I don't think I remembered, just at that moment, that I'd been dead. I sat up, saw them and said, 'Why is Dylan in the front seat?'""First thing back from the dead, you start bitching?”

“What, Tough Girl's crying now? What a pansy," cracked Michael."Watch it, dude," Dylan said softly. "Don't fuck with her when she's crying.”

“Ally said if I let you out of bed she'd kill me.""Ally's not your Alpha, wolf." Some of his strength had returned but not enough to intimidate his second, who knew it."Yeah, well, my Alpha can't do much to me right now, but his mate kind of scares me. There's something strange about that chick, Cade.""I know. I don't care.”

“They hobbled to the bathroom, Cade's arm around Michael's shoulder, Michael's arm around Cade's waist.'She killed the wolf,' Cade panted.'I know.' Michael grunted under the weight of Cade's body. 'It bothers me.''She can see in the dark.''That bothers me, too.''When she slammed the door, the house shook.''Bothering me.''She runs almost as fast as I do.''Bothering the fuck out of me.''She called me baby.''Oh, well then, we've got nothing to worry about, do we? Hope she's not the jealous type. Wouldn't want her breaking my neck if she catches us in the shower together.''Shut the fuck up and help me get undressed.”

“I hate you. I wish you was dead."Mrs. Carey gasped. He said the words so savagely that it gave her quite a start. She had nothing to say. She sat down in her husband's chair; and as she thought of her desire to love the friendless, crippled boy and her eager wish that he should love her--she was a barren woman and, even though it was clearly God's will that she should be childless, she could scarcely bear to look at little children sometimes, her heart ached so--the tears rose to her eyes and one by one, slowly, rolled down her cheeks. Philip watched her in amazement. She took out her handkerchief, and now she cried without restraint. Suddenly Philip realised that she was crying because of what he had said, and he was sorry. He went up to her silently and kissed her. It was the first kiss he had ever given herwithout being asked. And the poor lady, so small in her black satin, shrivelled up and sallow, with her funny corkscrew curls, took the little boy on her lap and put her arms around him and wept as though her heart would break. But her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.”

“I take you for a girl who's eager to grow unstable at the first indication that things can come back to haunt a person, even after she has given them up for dead.”

“You're Nephilim," he said. "The Clave owes us protection in these circumstances."..."I dont see anything you need protecting from here," said the boy. "Except some bad décor and a possible mold problem. But you can usually clear that up with bleach.""There's a dead body outside this bar's front door," said Bat, enunciating carefully. "Dont you think-""I think it's a little too late for him to need protection," said the boy, "if he's already dead."-Freaky Pete, Jace, & Bat, pg.35 & 36-”