“No, see the slide’s too high. He could fall and get a concussion. (Wulf)Forget that. He could rack himself on the teeter-totter. (Chris)Teeter-totter nothing. The swings are a choking hazard. Whose idea was it for him to have this? (Urian)”

“So you guys fought some Daimons, huh? Wish I could. Wulf goes nuts if I even pick up a butter knife. (Chris)”

“I’m protecting her. (Wulf)From? (Chris)Daimons. (Wulf)Big bad ones. (Cassandra)”

“Chris would disagree with you. (Wulf)I think Chris would disagree with a signpost. (Cassandra)”

“I’ll go and help. (Chris)What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)”

“No, I was just wondering who you killed to reclaim your health. (Wulf)I’m sure the cows you eat aren’t exactly thrilled by their slaughter either. (Urian)They’re not people. (Wulf)In case you haven’t noticed, Dark-Hunter, there are a lot of people out there who aren’t human either. (Urian)”

“On Mardi Gras, she got his soul back and freed him. (Wulf)Oh man, that sucks. Now he’s going to have to join Kyrian on the geriatric patrol. (Chris)”