“Want some help with help with that stick in your ass, love?" "No. It's quite comfortable, thank you.""It should be. It's been in there for years." Nix winked at Will. "I hope you'll forgive my wife. She's a bit antisocial.""And water's a bit wet.”

“As far as I know, no vampires live in Antarctica.” “I’d have thought the long winter nights would be just the thing for you guys,” I said. “Perhaps. But the food supply is a bit wanting.”

“He sighed, Selange was perplexing, and an adulterous prude seemed a contradictory term. She had a fierce spirit one minute and the next she cried like a baby. Damn, he missed her silly ass. [Right now, he could see so damn clear--he wanted the crybaby-fierce adulterous prude in his arms--He loved this goddamn woman. Period. End of story!]”

“You're not driving home if it's late, though. I am accustomed to dropping my women off at their door," he snickered because he knew she'd blush and he wanted her to, "and sometimes I put them to bed.”

“Don’t worry yourself. It is better that you are cautious and safe than to be accepting and sorry. Trust must be earned. I hope I have now earned yours.”

“I was under the impression that werewolf packs were not meant to be run by committee.""Yeah," I said. "But I dont want to be like all those other werewolves, you know?""Says the werewolf named Kitty.""It's too late to change my name now," I grumbled.”

“Peace is a fine balance – like a feather standing on its end. It only takes a small breeze to tip it over. But once that has occurred, it is much harder to stand the feather on its end again. Trust is damaged and respect dissolved. - Horus, King of the Gods”