Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.

Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement." Dante: "What sort of disagreement?" Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.

A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?

You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing