“Where are my guards? (Wulf)Oh, one is right here, but he’s not feeling very talkative. Death has a way of making even the chattiest of people rather quite. As for the other…he’s…oh, wait, dead now. (Stryker)”
“Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.”
“On Mardi Gras, she got his soul back and freed him. (Wulf)Oh man, that sucks. Now he’s going to have to join Kyrian on the geriatric patrol. (Chris)”
“He’s lived the life he’s lived. He’s loved the woman he’s loved. No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on this earth, and that’s all right by him.”
“Because the truth is that now that he’s here, she can’t imagine it any other way. Now that he’s here, she worries that crossing an entire ocean with someone between them might be something like torture.”
“My handyman is handicapped and oh so handsome, because he’s my clone.”