“Hell had many interpretations. Syn knew that better than anyone. In his life, he’d managed to live through most of the common variations and discover a multitude of new ones. Why was it every time he thought he had life tamed, the treacherous beast turned around and bit him on the ass?' (Syn)”

“(As she entered the main room, Syn turned around in his chair and almost fell out of it as he scanned her body. He cleared his throat and cut an appreciative look to Nykyrian.)Dayum…woman be hot. (Syn)”

“No, it was the brutal loss of his family that haunted him and for that Nykyrian couldn’t fault him at all. Syn had been put through a meat grinder by life. The fact that man could still get up and make it through a day without blowing his brains out amazed him.’ (Nykyrian)”

“You’d trust me that easily? (Shahara)Hell no. The only thing I trust in life is to get fucked over by everyone around me. (Syn)”

“Syn has a brain disorder that causes him to lie most of the time. Ignore him. (Nykyrian)”

“(He took a drink of the juice and cursed.)What is this shit? Poison? (Syn)You can’t live on alcohol. (Nykyrian)Wanna bet? (Syn)Wanna die? Drink it and quit bitching. (Nykyrian)You know, you’re a little hairy to be my mother. (Syn)”

“Kill her. Hide the body. If only he could…Damn, stupid conscience. Why had the gods given them that gift? It definitely should have come with a return policy.’ (Syn)”