“Xenon? What kind of name is that?” – Nick“The only kind I answer to.” – Xenon“Don’t eat the help, X. We need him.” – Caleb”

“… you’ll need some help getting acquainted. I’m Carmel Jones.” “Theseus Cassio Lowood. What kind of a parent names their kid Carmel?” She laughs. “What kind of a parent names their kid Theseus Cassio?” “Hippies,” I reply. “Exactly.”

“Where are the cops when you need them? (Nick)Probably eating beignets. As the old saying goes, when seconds count, the police are just minutes away. (Caleb)”

“I need the kind of help that comes with a side order of help.”

“Mother used to say it meant Christopher was a nice name because it was a story about being kind and helpful, but I do not want my name to mean a story about being kind and helpful. I want my name to mean me.”

“You’ll strip in front of a vampire when you don’t even know his name?”“You’re right! So what’s your name?”“My answer will be as forthcoming as yours. What do you want it to be?”“Some kind of name that fits a battle-scarred, overgrown vampire warlord.”