“Now you’re thinking like me. A little eye-gouging, some slit nostrils…I could seriously get into that. (Acheron)”

“You know, Uri, there’s something seriously wrong with me. (Acheron)And you’re just now figuring this out? Damn, you’re the poster child for slow learning. (Urian)”

“You know you’re the only man alive I’d ever follow after what I’ve been through. You’re also the only one I respect. (Urian)And you’re one of the extremely few I trust. (Acheron)Brothers? (Urian)Brothers to the end. Now before we get all girly and cry, get your ass upstairs and prepare for what’s coming. (Acheron)”

“You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you. (Acheron)”

“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

“It’s a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS. (Acheron)Reverse PMS? (Artemis)Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. (Acheron)”

“I don’t want any more insults. I’d like to experience three whole minutes in your presence before you lay into me again…and we really should make sure the tools are all locked up. (Acheron)(He pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch.)Let me start timing… (Acheron)(She opened her mouth to respond, but he held his hand up.)Wait for it. We got two minutes and fifty-give seconds to go. (Acheron)I’m not that bad. (Tory)Yeah…you’re not standing in my shoes. (Acheron)And judging by the ungodly size of them, I don’t think there are many people who could. (Tory)We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we just set a new record. (Acheron)”