“Joy, oh joy. He’d rather have his entrails pulled out through his nostrils.’ (Fang)”

“Your Dark-Huntress, Danger, called for Acheron and since he’s busy, I was sent to check things out and report back to him on what’s happening. So here I am. Joy, oh joy of my life. (Alexion)”

“Oh yeah, this was bad. The kind of bad they made horror movies out of. In fact, he’d rather be naked in a zombie flick with no ammo or shelter, coated in brain matter and wearing a sign that said COME GET ME, than face what they were going to have to face now.’ “Honey, let me give you a quick lesson. Just ’cause someone’s a few centuries old and fanged, doesn’t make them a Dark-Hunter.” – Sundown”

“The man hates your guts more than Stryker does. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t pull your spine out through your nostrils. (Tory)Nice to have Miss Merry Sunshine back again. Any other Eeyore outlooks you’d like to share? (Acheron)”

“Jess:"Sasha? I need some tissue to pack my nose with."Sasha:"Is that hygienically sound?"Jess:"Sasha..."Sasha:"Fine, but if you get toxic shock up your nose, buddy, remember I warned you."Jess pulled a couple out and wedged them into his nostrils. He gave Abigail a sheepish smile. "Sexy, right?"Abby: "Oh yeah, baby. You're so hot right now, if I was a chicken I'd lay hard-boiled eggs.”

“Forgotten history. You, however, are my present. (Varyk)Oh, goody. Do I have to wear a bow? (Fang)”

“Pulling out his daggers, he kept them in his sleeves, just in case he happened upon someone who wouldn’t understand why a tall, dark-haired man wearing really dark sunglasses and unseasonably warm clothing would be armed to his fangs. Really, Officer, I was trying to protect humanity by killing these things that suck human souls out to live past their twenty-seventh birthday just didn’t cut it. Why no one would believe that, he couldn’t imagine. Really, the audacity of modern courts and judges.’ – Sundown”