I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

…Something isn’t right with you and this property. Strange things happen around it. I don’t know what is going on, but I will find out. You could make it easier on yourself by coming clean.” “Sure. This is a magic bed-and-breakfast and the two guys in my kitchen are aliens from outerspace.

It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.

Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.

I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.

What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?