“Relax. You're in good hands. Tabby wont hurt you.She stabbed me!Damn! I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that.”

“It's noon, Valerius. We both should be asleep?" Acheron paused. "Where are you anyways?""I don't know," Valerius said. "I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic.""Why are you at Tabitha's?" Acheron asked."Excuse me?""Relax," Acheron said with a yawn. "You're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you.""She stabbed me!""Damn," Ash said. "I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that.”

“I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.”

“She was busy trying to stab me to death with her umbrella and I was busy trying to dodge." He made a little face. "She was better at her stabbing than I was about dodging.”

“When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.”

“Oh relax." I waved my hand dismissively. "If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he's been a perfect gentleman.”