“It's not your fault. You had no way of knowing I'd traded my soul. It's not exactly how I start out conversations. Hi, I'm Kyrian. I have no soul. What about you? (Kyrian)”

“What are you doing? (Amanda)I'm getting into my car. (Kyrian)You own this?! (Amanda)No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (Kyrian)”

“So, you're like Angel? (Amanda) You watch way too much television. Angel has a soul. I don't. (Kyrian) Now you're back to being scary again. (Amanda) Baby, you ain't seen scary yet. (Kyrian)”

“Don't you have class today? (Kyrian)Boy, I'm a backwoods Cajun, I ain't never got no class, cher. (Nick)(He cleared his throat and dropped the thick Cajun accent.)And no, today's registration. I've got to figure out what I'm taking next semester. (Nick)I have a few things I need you to do today. (Kyrian)And that is different from any other day how? (Nick)Sarcasm, thy name is Nick Gautier. (Kyrian)”

“And not a single mark on the Lamborghini. Ha! Eat steel, you soul-sucking bastards! (Kyrian)”

“Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. "Nick? You all right?" He didn't respond. Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." "Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" "You won't" "Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." "I know, and I drive them all the time." "No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.”

“Knock, knock. You have the day to hide. Come nightfall, we hunt. (Desiderius)Yeah, yeah...you and your little dog, too. (Kyrian)You're not scared of his threats? (Amanda)Chere, the day I fear something like him is the day I lie down at his feet and hand him the knife to cut my heart out. The only fear I have is getting you back to your sister and convincing High Queen Hard Head to leave off this matter until I can locate Desiderius and send his soul into oblivion where it belongs. (Kyrian)”