“We’re looking for anything to do with the Rod of Time. (Sin)Rod of Time, Forsaken Moon, Tablet of Destiny…you Sumerians really liked your hokey terms, huh? (Kat)They didn’t exactly ask my opinion before they named them. (Sin)Good, ‘cause my estimation of your intellect would be seriously scarred if they had. (Kat)”

“Get your butt over there and start reading before I beat you with my Rod of Time. (Sin)I can think of much better things to do with your rod than beat me, baby. (Kat)Aww, gawd, we’ve degenerated into really bad punage. I yield. Save me before my IQ points are damaged. (Sin)”

“Fine, you fun-vampire. I’ll take my scroll over here and play by myself. (Kat)Fun-vampire? What is that? (Sin)That would be you sucking all the fun out of life. (Kat)You have the most interesting terms for things. (Sin)Yes, but notice mine are creative, unlike the so stellarly named Rod of Time. (Kat)”

“Now would be a good time to tell me you have your sais with you, Kat. (Cassandra)Nada. You got your kamas on you? (Kat)Yeah. I tucked them into my bra before I left home. (Cassandra)”

“So what do we need to do? (Kat)One: Don’t die. Two: Don’t get bitten. (Sin)And? (Kat)Kick their ass. (Sin)Good plan. Little vague on the details. (Kat)Isn't it, though? (Sin)”

“The bathroom’s down the hall if you want to take off your tights. I can throw ‘em in the dryer for you if you want. Or, you can hang them on the shower curtain rod.” He turned. “It’sbeen a long time since I’ve had a woman’s tights draped over my rod.” A quick wink and he was gone before she could do anything more than gape.”