“Kill her. Hide the body. If only he could…Damn, stupid conscience. Why had the gods given them that gift? It definitely should have come with a return policy.’ (Syn)”

“So what options were left?Kill her. Hide the body.If only he could...Damn, stupid conscience. Why had the gods given them that gift? It definitely should have come with a return policy.”

“Then why haven’t you killed yourself? (Astrid)Why should I? The only enjoyment I have in my life is knowing I piss off everyone around me. If I were dead, it would make them all happy. God forbid I should ever do that. (Zarek)”

“(As she entered the main room, Syn turned around in his chair and almost fell out of it as he scanned her body. He cleared his throat and cut an appreciative look to Nykyrian.)Dayum…woman be hot. (Syn)”

“I feel I should warn you, I’m in a really bad mood. (Syn)You’ll be in a worse mood when we haul you in dead! (a Partini)‘Syn grimaced in pain at a comment so stupid it didn’t even rate a snotty comeback.’ (Syn)”

“You’ll survive, mu Tara. We’ll make sure of it. (Nykyrian)You can’t guarantee that. You said it yourself. Even you’re living on borrowed time, waiting for one of them to kill you. (Kiara)And you said I was scaring her? Damn, bud. You’re socially awkward to the extreme. (Syn)”

“I want blood! Two of Aksel’s dogs cornered me near Tondara. They shot me. Those bastards actually shot a hole in my stabilizer the size of Mirala…Aren’t you going to say something? (Syn)Were you hurt? (Nykyrian)No. (Syn)Then why are you having a fit? (Nykyrian)I don’t know, it just felt right. You see why I don’t like being sober? I overreact like an old woman. (He opened his flask, then slammed it down on Nykyrian’s desk.) Figures the damned thing would be empty. (Syn)”