“Fuck you, human. (Phoenix)Wow, boys and girls, they’re just so inviting, aren’t they. Martha Stewart would be proud. (Susan)”

“No, I was just wondering who you killed to reclaim your health. (Wulf)I’m sure the cows you eat aren’t exactly thrilled by their slaughter either. (Urian)They’re not people. (Wulf)In case you haven’t noticed, Dark-Hunter, there are a lot of people out there who aren’t human either. (Urian)”

“I’m assuming those are Daimons. (Susan)No, they’re Avon ladies. (Ravyn)”

“Gareth raked her with a nasty glare. “What are you? A fucking lawyer?”Susan:“Worse. Reporter.”

“Uh-huh. You know with that sinister tone you should look into working for the IRS. I’m sure they’re desperate for people who can cow others with a single growl. (Susan)”

“These Atlantikoinonia. They’re human? (Acheron)What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)”

“This isn’t a game, human. Listen to the Skotos and go. We’re not bound by the laws of the Oneroi. Killing humans is nothing for us. (Dolophoni)Well, aren’t you all scary in black. Ooo. What are you two masquerading as? Evil Man and his trusty sidekick Bad Boy? (Geary)”