Families... Could not live with them, could not turn them into toads.

Are you kidding me? The woman leaves priceless Ming vases and Picassos lying about like they came off a sale rack at some discount store and she fills a hidden safe with musty old books?

I hate to interrupt such a touching scene but those hellhounds are not going to wait for you two to play kissey face. So, unless you intend to nail a chunk of roast beef to my butt and have me run around as a distraction, I would suggest we prepare for battle.” Pg. 113-114.

My magic is not evil. It is a powerful force for good,” Levet protested, his wings twitching with outrage. Really some demons. “I am like Batman. Only cuter.

Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she gritted. “The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?

You’re an idiot. Don’t put words into my mouth. I might not be happy I had no choice, and I might be confused as hell, but I am not going to let others get hurt because I’m confused. Now, let’s go see this horde of scary, dangerous wolves so I can get my flesh burned and hide from the humans who tried to kill me. Because that sounds like a fun way to spend the day.

For God’s sake, stop sniffing me,” she gritted. “It is rude.

The cellar was straight off the set of a horror film. The floor was packed dirt and littered with the droppings of mice and rats. The worn stone walls were damp with a slick layer of mold. Even the air was heavy and filled with a dark sense of menace. It combined to create an atmosphere that would send most people fleeing in terror. But Edra was made of sterner stuff.

You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again.