My eyes flickered when I heard the Voice inside my head. (You mean you don’t have one? You can get ‘em at Target.)

You stand out like a fart in a church.

And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it." I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. "And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not."
Fang rolled his eyes.

you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you?
He blushed modestly.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.

~Angel

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.