Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.

C’mon, friend. It’s two on one. You sure don’t look like you’re up to those odds. (Stranger) You can’t be talking to me. I don’t have prokas for friends. And I assure you I could gut you both before your stench had time to catch up to your fall. (Syn)

What an alliance, huh? A Dark-Hunter and a Spathi united to guard an Apollite. Who would have ever imagined? (Wulf) Love makes strange bedfellows. (Acheron) I thought that was politics. (Wulf) It’s both. (Acheron)

Chris would disagree with you. (Wulf) I think Chris would disagree with a signpost. (Cassandra)

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

I prefer to work alone – except in the bedroom. (Steele)

How frail you are. I don’t want to hurt you by accident. (Nykyrian) I’m not as frail as I appear. I know from lots of experience that I bounce really well. (Kiara) I would kill anyone who hurt you. (Nykyrian)