“Medea? Don’t worry. Satara’s rooms are far enough away that you won’t be subjected to the sounds of wild monkey sex. (Stryker)Ew! You were right, Mum. I should have allowed you to cut his throat. Get me out of here as quickly as possible. (Stryker)”

“Trust me, baby, you weren’t that good. I was just a better actress than you were actor. (Zephyra to Stryker)Ew! No offense, Mum, I don’t want to know who you’ve slept with. Kill the sexual bantering and him before I go deaf from it. (Medea)”

“You really don’t care for torture, do you? (Medea)No, I don’t. It’s one thing to strike out in anger, another to cause agony for the hell of it. I’m a soldier, not a coward. (Stryker)”

“I have my work cut out for me where you’re concerned, don’t I? (Stryker)Not really. Hate you today. Will hate you tomorrow. What say we don’t waste any time? Give me the sword and let me have your throat now. (Zephyra)”

“What are you doing here? (Stryker)(She answered his question with a stroke of her dagger that narrowly missed his throat.) I thought we’d catch up on old times. Maybe play Parcheesi. (Stryker)”

“You always obey him? (Medea)If I didn’t want to live, I’d stop taking human souls and expire. It would be a lot less painful than crossing Stryker. (Devyn)”