“I’m here to take him into custody and deliver him to the Council. (Celena)Well, that sucks. Bank robbery, handing out the passwords for the Dark-Hunter Web site, carjacking, mugging, cats mixing with dogs, and now this…writing a short story. High crimes all. You get the rope and we’ll hang him for it. God forbid the whole twelve subscribers of that magazine should actually read a fictional story and think it real. (Rafael)”

“Her Squire, Celena, Ms. Blood Rite, I-kill-anything-that-breaks-formation, is on her way over here to have a word with you. Since Celena isn’t real big on conversation, I’m taking that as a euphemism for ‘kick your ass.’ (Rafael)”

“I would kiss you anyway, but I have a feeling that if I tried– (Rafael) I’d kick you in the nuts and tear your ear off. (Celena)That would hurt. (Rafael)That’s the idea. (Celena)”

“Yeah, well, he’s still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon)Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)”

“Some fool beheaded him around one A.M.” – Zarek“Are you talking about the Native American Dark-Hunter stationed here?” – Abigail“Say you didn’t.” – Sundown “Kill him? Fine. I didn’t…but I did.” – Abigail”

“The Daimons could, in theory, shoot you until you’re too weakened to fight them and then behead you. (Celena)Want to put a cone around my head like a dog to make sure they can’t decapitate me while we’re at it? (Rafael)”

“(Zarek attacks Valerius.)Cease! I know it’s been a long time since you were around another Dark-Hunter, Z, but remember, whatever you do to him, you will feel it tenfold. (Acheron)Pain I can take, it’s him I can’t. (Zarek)”