“With my background and genetic makeup,buddy, you're lucky I'm as normal as I am.(Katra Agrotera)”

“You’re really not right, are you? (Sin)With my background and genetic makeup, buddy, you’re lucky I’m as normal as I am. (Kat)”

“My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal. But normal is one thing I'm not. For one thing, I'M HAVING THESE FEELINGS FOR A CERTAIN ANTISOCIAL WEREWOLF and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—BUT,BETWEEN YOU AND ME, I'M LEANING TOWARD THE WEREWOLF. Not normal. My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently. Definitely not normal. And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying. As far away from normal as it gets.”

“He whispers, "You're beautiful." "Thank you." I'm not so scared anymore. If he likes me for who I am, it doesn't matter what kind of underwear I'm wearing. Or that I'm not wearing makeup. Or that I'm over six feet tall. "You're really cute too," I say, giving him another kiss on the lips, digging my fingertips into his abs. "I'v never wanted anyone so much in my life.”

“Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger.""Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you.""Sparky?”

“I'm never going to get married.""You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind.""No. My mind's made up.”