Nick was dressed in jeans, a dark green sweater, and bomber jacket–the perfect image of a rich college student. Talon looked like a biker who had just left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s premier biker bar. Acheron looked like a refugee from the Dungeon–the local underground goth hangout. Valerius was the professional contingent, and Zarek…Zarek just looked like he was ready to kill something.’ (Talon)

Forgotten history. You, however, are my present. (Varyk) Oh, goody. Do I have to wear a bow? (Fang)

Then he will be called Acheron for the River of Woe. Like the river of the Underworld, his journey shall be dark, long and enduring. He will be able to give life and to take it. He will walk through his life alone and abandoned – ever seeking kindness and ever finding cruelty. May the gods have mercy on you, little one. No one else ever will. (Oracle)

Kaiaphas. I see you finally made some friends. You must have learned to use a toothbrush at last. You know it’s the whole up and down, back and forth that confuses people…or demons. (Xypher)

Where are you going? (Nykyrian) To get a drink and kill Cruel…not necessarily in that order. (Syn)

Don’t be stupid, Jess.” – Abigail “Brains don’t exactly run in my family. Suicidal lunacy, on the other hand…” – Sundown

I’m so overwhelmed.” – Nick “Most of us are, Nick. Even though we look calm and peaceful on the outside, most of us are barely hanging on by our fingernails.” – Caleb