“She's not trying to get herself killed", Ry replied. "She's on a mission. I admire that. And the fact she thinks you're a pain in the ass she doesn't want around? She's a smart woman, seems to me."-Ryland Samuels”

“Fiqures I had to get paired with a woman who won't bond with me and who keeps trying to get herself killed.-Ian Fitzgerald”

“She's mine.""Fuck that." Ryland strode across the earth right toward Kane, ignoring Kane's growl of warning. "How in hell's name did a bastard like you find an angel?”

“Don't even tell me you're going to pull the old 'we both have to be naked' thing to warm you up, she mumbled.”

“She felt the truck tip again, and she sucked in her breath. We're going to die right now, aren't we?You might, but we're immortal. She glared at Gideon. What kind of comfort is that?”

“You're the pain in the ass.-Ian Fitzgerald”

“Kane was stunned by the raw emotion of Ryland's words, of the depth of reverence in his voice. Ryland was a cold killing machine, who cared only about following his own path, about revenge, about his own brand of justice. He was a warrior who felt nothing, who saw no beauty, who had no depth to his soul other than death, pain and anger, and yet his sincerity about his mother was so evident that Kane could feel the other warrior's emotion. "Son of a bitch, Ryland," he said softly, staring at the warrior he thought he knew. "Who the hell are you?"Ryland's head snapped up. "Don't swear in her prescence, you bastard. She'a fucking angel, and deserves far more than a piece of scum like you or I could ever offer her. Don't ever forget it.”