“I won’t die like this again. (Zarek)Backbone. How I love it. But not as much as I love sucking the marrow from it. (Thanatos)”

“Zarek! I won’t leave you here to die. (Astrid)It’s okay, princess. I don’t mind dying for you. (Zarek)”

“Alone at last. Oh, the pleasure of the pain. (Zarek)You really do suffer from insanity, don’t you? (Thanatos)Hardly. I have to say I enjoy every minute of it. (Zarek)”

“I have a flamthrower. (Zarek)You have a what? (Astrid)It pays to be prepared. (Zarek)Well. Those are nice for toasting marshmallows, but they’ll only make Thanatos mad. Regular fire won’t hurt him. I have this really neat gelatinous goo that comes out with my fire and it squirts my victims so that it don’t come off. Wanna see it? (Simi)No! (Zarek/Astrid)No? I don’t like that word. (Simi)We love you, Simi. We’re just scared of your goo. (Astrid)Oh, that I understand. Okay, you can live. (Simi)”

“What the matter, Zarek? You afraid to die? (Thanatos)Dying’s easy. It’s living that’s hard. (Zarek)”

“(Zarek slammed his combined fists down across Thanatos’s back.)If anyone has any suggestions on how to kill this guy, I’m open to it. (Zarek)I’m out of dynamite. You got any grenades? (Jess)Not on me. (Zarek)Say die, Dark-Hunter. (Thanatos)Fine. Die, why don’t you? (Zarek)”