She’s special. We used to unleash her on ancient battlefields just to see soldiers chop their best friends into pieces before falling on their own swords. (Deimos)
Yes, he’s like a rash for which there’s no cure. It only goes away for a bit before returning unexpectedly to ruin every pleasurable experience. He should have been named Herpes rather than ZT. Or maybe just Herpes Z, since he’s a very special irritant. (Arik)
These are used solely for Blood Rites. (Leo) Is that like special ed? (Susan)
I’m no more used to being without a weapon than you are. (Cassandra) She’s right about that. Her teddy bear is a six-inch retractable knife with a snub-nosed .38 Special. (Katra)
Here. (Zarek) What is it? (Astrid) Arsenic and vomit. (Zarek) Really? And yet you managed to hack that up so quietly. Who knew? Thanks. I’ve never had vomit before. I’m sure it’s extra special. (Astrid)
You want the bad news, or the really bad news? (Eros) Oh, let’s see…how about we make my day special, and start with the worst, then work our way up? (Julian)
I was in the army, Terri. Special Ops, sent into the most godforsaken places you can imagine, where I did unspeakable things. We weren’t exactly sent in to teach our enemies to knit. (Nathan)
So who was she? (Vane) Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang) Didn’t know you were fond of men. I’ll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)
Well, I guess I’m just not as special as you are. (Urian) No one knows their true mettle until it’s been tested. This is yours. Whether you pass or fail is entirely up to you. I can’t tell you what to do, but I know where I’ll be tonight. (Acheron)