Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

Wait. You work for me?" "I prefer to think of it as managing your incompetence.

Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some." Ebenezar tsked. "Blampires. That's the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.