“(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.)Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)”

“Don’t you want Simi to be your family?...This is the part where you say, ‘Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family.’ ‘Cause if you don’t, then I’ll have to take my mitt back and barbecue you. Akri is still upset about the last Dark-Hunter I barbecued and that was…oh, a thousand or so years ago. He part elephant when it comes to remembering things. (Simi)”

“And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin." (Simi)”

“You are such an optimist. My Spidey-sense is tingling all over the place. (Tory)That’s from eating the ice cream. Relax. (Acheron)Relax. Trust me. It’ll be all right. Isn’t that how I ended up dead? (Danger)Stop feeding her anxiety. (Acheron)Anxiety. The Simi’s never eaten that before. Is that tasty? (Simi)Not really. (Danger)Oh. Maybe we should put barbecue sauce on it. Everything’s better with barbecue. (Simi)”

“What are you talking about? Are you for real? (Nick)What do you mean? The Simi’s not turning invisible again, is she? Ooo, that would be bad. I promised akri I wouldn’t do that no more in public places. But sometimes the Simi can’t help it. Kind of like putting barbecue sauce on salads. It’s just mandatory and reflexive ‘cause you gots to kill the taste of the ick rabbit food. (Simi)”

“I would like to barbecue those Olympian gods. They are very tasty. One day, I’m going to eat that redheaded goddess, too. (Simi)She doesn’t like Artemis. (Astrid)The Simi hates her, but akri says, ‘No, Simi, you can’t kill Artemis. Behave, Simi, don’t shoot fire at her, don’t make her bald, Simi.’ No, no, no. It’s all I hear. I don’t like that word. ‘No.’ It even sounds evil. The Simi tends to barbecue anyone dumb enough to say it to her. But not akri. He’s allowed to say no to me; I just don’t like it when he does. (Simi)”