Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let it all go. No need to hide.

Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway.

Now Julie could stay here, in the Keep full of homicidal maniacs who grew teeth the size of switchblades and erupted into a violent frenzy when threatened.

Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.

Saiman picked up a coffee mug, stared at it, and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a dozen pieces. We looked at him. “Your date appears to be hysterical,” Rene told me. “You think I should slap some man into him?

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