“Cyn like Cynric ?No, S-I-N as in conceived in , born in and lived in”

“Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)”

“I wasn't born, I was unleashed.”

“I know what you are, Talon. You are the man I was born to love. The only man I was born to love.”“I’m not a man. Not anymore.”“You are mine and I will not let you go without a fight.”

“What the hell was that action?"Syn asked him."I think it´s something called ´paternal concern.´"Syn scowled at his bland explanation. "What...? You sure? I thought that crap was a myth." Nykyrian shrugged. "No, really. I watched it once in a documentary. It was fascinating. Belive it or not, there are people out there who actually have feelings for their progeny." "Get the f*ck out. No way. You´re screwing with my head again, aren´t you?" "No, I swear. You just saw it with your own eyes. I did not make this shit up." Syn shivered. "Yeah but it´s really messing with my concept of natural order of the universe. Paternal love? What´s next? Limp regrowth? Genetic splicing reversals?”

“I live for a woman who scratches, just make sure to keep it on the back, baby, I dont like scars." ~Otto Carvalletti”

“There’s right, troglodytes, ignore the only one who knows what’s going on. The only one who knows how to save your putrid, insignificant lives. Go back to your media-induced comas where you believe all the crap spieled by greedy politicians who control you with ill-conceived lies and consumer-driven distractions. (Bubba)”