“You know, Talon, killing a soul-sucking Daimon without a good fight is like sex without foreplay. A total waste of time and completely un…satisfying. (Wulf)”

“Damn, all I wanted was a drink of coffee and one little beignet. Coffee… Daimons… Coffee…Daimons. (Talon)I think in this case the Daimons better win. (Wulf)Yeah, but it’s chicory coffee. (Talon)Talon wanting to be toasted by Acheron for failure to protect humans. (Wulf)”

“You know the beauty of driving one of these? (Wulf)No. (Cassandra)You can swat a Daimon like a mosquito. (Wulf)Well, since they’re both bloodsucking insects, I say go for it. (Cassandra)”

“Ah, man. (Talon)What? (Wulf)Friggin’ Fabio alert. (Talon)Hey, you’re not too far from the mark either, blondie. (Wulf)Bite me, Viking. (Talon)”

“You know, if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now. (Talon)You sound annoyed to me. (Wulf)No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys. ‘Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smell a Dark-Hunter.’ ‘Oh no, Dick, don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.’ ‘I dunno…’ ‘Wait, I smell tourist. Tourist with big…strong soul.’ (Talon)Would you stop? (Wulf)Talk about inkblots. (Talon)”

“Daimons, vampires, ghouls, whatever you want to call them. They suck your blood and your soul and leave you with nothing. Kind of like lawyers. (Selena)”

“I’m protecting her. (Wulf)From? (Chris)Daimons. (Wulf)Big bad ones. (Cassandra)”