“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)”

“My God. Is there some unwritten law that you guys have to be giants? (Amanda)
What can I say? Artemis likes her Dark-Hunters tall. Short men need not apply. (Acheron)”

“You know, the thing about life and love is that they are both ever-changing while people seldom are. (Acheron)”

“(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.)
Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)”

“Resurrection, like politics, makes strange bedfellows.”

“Come home with me, Acheron. I’ll make it well worth your while. (Artemis)
I have a headache. (Acheron)
You’ve had a headache for two hundred years! (Artemis)
And you’ve had PMS for eleven thousand. (Acheron)”

“You love her. (Shanus)
I barely know her. (Wulf)
Time has no meaning to the heart. (Shanus)”

“You like being vague, don't you? (Amanda)
It was a choice of being a Dark-Hunter or a prophet. Personally I like the slash-and-kill stuff much more than prayers and the lotus position. (Acheron)”

“Forgiveness is the better part of valor. (Acheron)
I always thought it was ‘discretion.’ (Thanatos)
Discretion is easy. It’s finding the courage to forgive yourself and others that is hard. (Acheron)”

“What’s in that backpack, by the way? You’re always guarding it like it holds national security secrets or something. (Tory)
Dirty underwear. (Acheron)”