“In the land of badass, you’ve just been trumped. If Dark-Hunters had inmates, these would be they. Known as the Dogs of War because that’s what they thrive on, they’re cold-blooded and intolerant. Congratulations, bud, these are your new protectors. (Acheron)”

“After all the battles I’ve fought to save the world and all the sacrifices in dignity and blood I’ve paid to set free so many Dark-Hunters, they’re all going to know that I’m nothing but a pathetic whore, aren’t they? (Acheron)”

“It was a fine country, or would be, different from any she had known. But if it was the promised land, it was not because of the trees or climate, but because, just getting here, they'd found something new inside themselves.”

“What an alliance, huh? A Dark-Hunter and a Spathi united to guard an Apollite. Who would have ever imagined? (Wulf)Love makes strange bedfellows. (Acheron)I thought that was politics. (Wulf)It’s both. (Acheron)”

“Come home with me, Acheron. I’ll make it well worth your while. (Artemis)I have a headache. (Acheron)You’ve had a headache for two hundred years! (Artemis)And you’ve had PMS for eleven thousand. (Acheron)”

“His guilt is why Acheron went out of his way to make sure that all of you had servants and pay for your work. The Dark-Hunters owe that man everything, and I do mean everything. He pays in blood every time one of you wants to go free, and he suffers every day so that you can all live your cushy little lives of wealth and privilege.”…“And I have to say that every time one of your turns on him, it seriously pisses me off. Acheron asks nothing from any of you and that’s exactly what he receives.”