Speaking of, her family is due in any minute to claim her body. What am I supposed to tell them when we can’t give the body over? Again, I don’t think ‘oops’ will quite cover it. (Tate)

“Please Julian,” she whispered to him as he slept beside her. “Don’t leave me.”

“Any more bitching from the geriatric crew? What a bunch of old women. Should I …”

“He’s ours now. Not made by evil, but birthed by human cruelty. (Mortent Leader)”

“There are thousands of them to fight. Even going after the Dimme in there is su…”