You don’t trust any man, Ephani. (Danger) And neither should you, little sister. Take a bit of Amazon advice. Ride him into the ground all night long, then slide a blade between his ribs come morning. (Ephani) That's harsh. (Alexion) So is life. (Ephani)

Why are you so sad, akri? (Simi) I’m not sad, Simi. (Acheron) Yes you are. I know you, akri, you gots that pain in your heart like the Simi gets whenever she cries. (Simi)

Meaning, I need you to focus. If you want to save Madaug, you need to listen to me or the mortents will eat both of you Pop-Tarts for breakfast. (Ambrose)

He didn't want the respect of people who weren’t worth wiping his nose on—people who weren't worth the spatout gum attached to the bottom of his worn-out shoes. The only respect he wanted was from himself and the people who really mattered in his life. The people who really loved and cared about him.

Now that I think about it, you’d have to be a glutton for punishment to keep coming near me given my acerbic personality where you’re concerned. (Tory)

You know the beauty of driving one of these? (Wulf) No. (Cassandra) You can swat a Daimon like a mosquito. (Wulf) Well, since they’re both bloodsucking insects, I say go for it. (Cassandra)

I’m so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara) Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I’m all right. (Syn)