If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.

One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.

Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes.” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.

Don't think she can breathe over there, chief." drawled Shaun. "Pretty sure she hasn't kicked the oxygen habit yet.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?