“Can you just saw his arm off while we're here and get me loose? (Amanda) I could do that, but he needs his more. I'd cut yours off before I did his. (Tate) Oh, great, what are you, his Igor? (Amanda) Wrong movie, Igor was Frankenstein's flunky. Renfield is the one you're thinking of, and no, I'm not Renfield. Name's Tate Bennett. Parish coroner. (Tate)”

“But for the last couple of weeks I’ve had this bizarre sensation that something is watching me. (Simone)You mean someONE, right? (Tate)I know it sounds crazy – (Simone)I just had a body walk off the table mid-autopsy and you think your story is nuts? (Tate)”

“I just love the gifts you bring me for lunch. Other girls get diamonds. Me? I get mayhem and blood – and all before noon. Thanks, Tate. (Simone)”

“That’s what I want you to tell me. See, I deal with…well, most days, bizarre paranormal crap. You are Queen Weird. I need the queen on this before I have to start hiring a new staff of medical examiners who don’t freak out when the dead move off their tables. You know where I can find some of these unusual people? I know you hang out with them. (Tate)Thanks, Tate. I always look forward to these ego-bolstering pep talks of ours. (Simone)”

“Knock, knock. You have the day to hide. Come nightfall, we hunt. (Desiderius)Yeah, yeah...you and your little dog, too. (Kyrian)You're not scared of his threats? (Amanda)Chere, the day I fear something like him is the day I lie down at his feet and hand him the knife to cut my heart out. The only fear I have is getting you back to your sister and convincing High Queen Hard Head to leave off this matter until I can locate Desiderius and send his soul into oblivion where it belongs. (Kyrian)”

“What are you doing? (Amanda)I'm getting into my car. (Kyrian)You own this?! (Amanda)No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (Kyrian)”

“But I have a gut feeling on this and it’s not the oh-look-it’s-a-bright-shiny-world kind. (Tate)”