“The tiger lies low not from fear, but for aim.~Wren”

“What happened to your hair, tiger? (Fang)It fell off. (Wren)”

“I’m not putting my faith or life in anyone’s hands. All that ever got me was screwed, and my ass is currently sore from it. (Wren)Nice imagery there, tiger. Graphic. Ever think of writing children’s books? (Fury)”

“Not that I’ve ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren)That’s the truth. I swear he’s half beta fish. He’d fight his own reflection to prove a point. (Maggie)”

“This has been one seriously fucked-up day, huh? (Wren)You might say that. This morning it was 2005 in New Orleans, I was staring at you wondering what it would be like to have the ability to change into a tiger. Now it’s the day before I enter the world in 1981 and I can turn into a tiger. Yeah, just your average day...if you’re in a Ted Raimi production. (Maggie)”

“And neither do I, asshole. (Wren)Wow. Multiple syllables and a whole sentence from the tiger. Who’d have ever thought it? Whoever she was, she must have had a lot of talent to make you speak. Next thing you know, she’ll have the dead walking. Quick, call a Dark-Hunter. I’m sure some of them would like another resurrection. (Dev)”

“Man, Wren. I’m impressed. No woman ever sent flowers to thank me. (Serre)Don’t be that impressed. I’m thinking she didn’t send flowers to thank him. One flower says thank you. This many says she thought he was dead. Or that she killed him. Hmm...I’m thinking, put a tiger in her tank and that didn’t quit rev her up. What she needs is to go hunting for bear. (Dev)”