“Never underestimate a backwoods Cajun in a fight, old man.”

“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)”

“Menyara's Creole accent was as thick as his mother's jar of refrigerated roux, and Nick loved the sound of it.He wasn't quite as pleased with his own. No matter how hard he tried to hide his accent, it always came out in certain words like "praline", "etouffee", "pecan", and any time he lost his temper. You could easily tell how mad he was by how Cajun he sounded. And if he started spewing all Cajun words, duck.”

“I can’t imagine a man so handsome without a line of willing women fighting behind him. (Channon)Looks aren’t all there is in this world, my lady. They are certainly no protection against being alone. Hearts never see through the eyes. (Sebastian)”

“Nick froze instantly. "You don't mock my mother. You don't speak of her in anything but the most reverent of tones. I don't care if you are Death, I will open a can of Cajun whup-ass all over you, boy.”

“Since when do Daimons fight their own kind? (Zarek)I was never a Daimon, Roman. (Spawn)And I was never a fucking Roman. (Zarek)”

“I know what you are, Talon. You are the man I was born to love. The only man I was born to love.”“I’m not a man. Not anymore.”“You are mine and I will not let you go without a fight.”