My hatred notwithstanding, I had to admit Dimitri Beli-whatever was pretty smart

Victor smiled through the pain and the blood. "Of course you have. I used to think Belikov was the savage one, but it's really you, isn't it? You're the animal with no control, no higher reasoning except to fight and kill.

My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.

People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.

Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet.

It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time.

It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.