“I don’t even know what to say to you. (Acheron)Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (Kat)”

“You’re a good man. (Rafael)I guess we’ll see in about five years, huh? If I die peacefully, then I’m good. If not, then we’ll face each other again as predators. (Apollite)”

“I don’t like your hair black. (Artemis)And I don’t like your head attached to your shoulders. Guess we can’t all have what we want, huh? (Acheron)”

“What is it?" When Kat's voice finally came into Hale's ear, it was cold and steady and even. All tease was gone. If she was angry at him for standing her up, she didn't show it. she just said, "Tell me what's going on.""Party crashers," Hale whispered. He watched Macey watching him. "Five, and they brought toys.""Guns?" Kat guessed."Big ones," Hale said. "You know this is what you get for doing a favor for your mother.""I know," Hale admitted."What are they after?" Kat asked."Hard to say," Hale said; again, he eyed the room."Who is that?" Macey asked."The reason I wasn't flirting with you,"Hale told her.”

“So what do you do? Really? (Kat)Nothing. Really. It’s boring as hell. Artemis won’t allow me to bring anything here with me. No guitar. No Cartoon Network. Occasionally, I sneak a book in just to watch her wig out when she finds it. (Acheron)”

“Don’t play that game with me, Acheron. Tell me what I need to know! (Xypher)Nice tone. We should rent you out to record Halloween albums. (Acheron)”