“Yeah, yeah, you expected better from me, being the son of the big, scary Riley Williams and all. Save it, I've heard it.”

“No matter how many times I survived, there was always another danger around the corner, and I still wasn't used to being the victim. I was Chase Williams, a demon hunter. I wasn't supposed to be the one looking over my shoulder, I was supposed to be stalking prey.”

“You and me, always.”

“We're giving you an opportunity to belong to something and not fight alone for what you believe in. Believe me when I say that feels pretty good.”

“Take care in your actions, hunter. There will be many who wish you harm. You stand in the way of many wills and they will all try to overcome you. You must remember: you cannot fight fire with fire,”

“Your name is feared by many in Underworld. Your father has created quite the reputation for himself, so they fear you as well," Marcus said.I smirked "As they should."He shook his head. "That wasn't a compliment. You will come to learn that the Circle is not pure good nor the Underworld all evil. There are those who belong to the Underworld, such as Rayna, who have no use for the needless killing you associate with demons. There are also those in the Circle whose intentions are not completely honorable. There is something of human frailty in all of us.”

“I knew the scratches would fade, the scabs would heal, and the throbbing ache of having been thrown into a brick wall would be gone. By tomorrow I’d be good as new: one of the few perks to being a hunter.”