Quotes About Dark-Hunter

As Nietzsche said, 'that which doesn't kill you– '(Alexion) Will only require brief hospitalization. And if you're a Dark-Hunter, just a good day's sleep. (Danger)

What is a Dark-Hunter? Is it like the Vampire Slayer? (Amanda) Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my ass. (Kyrian)

Relax, you're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you. (Acheron) She stabbed me! (Valerius) Damn, I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that. (Acheron) You hate it?! I'm the one with the festering wound. (Valerius) Really? I've never known a Dark-Hunter to have a festering wound before. At least not externally. (Acheron)

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)

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

If you want to know the Correct term for me, I'm a Dark-Hunter. Nick digested that word slowly. Which means what? You hunt darkness? Yes, Nick. That's exactly what I do. There's just not enough of it. Now, there was some sarcasm you could cut with a knife.

As Nietzsche said, 'that which doesn't kill you– '(Alexion) Will only require brief hospitalization. And if you're a Dark-Hunter, just a good day's sleep. (Danger)

Out of my way, Dark-Hunter, or I'll kill her. (Daimon) You know, you should have stayed in your bolt-hole one more day. Tonight's Buffy night, and it's a whole new episode, too. Have you any idea how angry it makes me that I have to come out here in the freezing cold to slay you when I could be at home all toasty warm, watching Sarah Michelle Gellar kick ass in a halter top? (Wulf)

I am Death and no one defeats or escapes Death. (Thanatos) You know, I'll bet most people shit their pants in terror when you hand them that line. But you know what, Mr. I-want-to-be-scary-and-am-failing-miserably? I'm not a person. I'm a Dark-Hunter and in the grand scheme of things you don't mean shit to me. Now I can sit here and play with you, but I'd rather just put you out of both our miseries. (Zarek)

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)

Zarek attacks Valerius.) Cease! I know it's been a long time since you were around another Dark-Hunter, Z, but remember, whatever you do to him, you will feel it tenfold. (Acheron) Pain I can take, it's him I can't. (Zarek)

You're a Dark-Hunter. He kissed her lightly on the lips. What I am is a man in love with a woman. I want you, Amanda. For the rest of my blessedly short mortal life. I want to wake at dawn with you in my arms and watch our children play and fight.

And neither do I, asshole. (Wren) Wow. Multiple syllables and a whole sentence from the tiger. Who'd have ever thought it? Whoever she was, she must have had a lot of talent to make you speak. Next thing you know, she'll have the dead walking. Quick, call a Dark-Hunter. I'm sure some of them would like another resurrection. (Dev)

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)

Yeah, well, he's still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon) Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)

So tell me, do you want Simi to be your family? (Simi) Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family. (Gallagher) Good. You're such a smart Dark-Hunter.(Simi)

No, I was just wondering who you killed to reclaim your health. (Wulf) I'm sure the cows you eat aren't exactly thrilled by their slaughter either. (Urian) They're not people. (Wulf) In case you haven't noticed, Dark-Hunter, there are a lot of people out there who aren't human either. (Urian)

You the Dark-Hunter? Kyrian arched a brow. You the flunky? I don't like your tone. And I dont't like you. Now that we've dispensed with the introductions and have declared our mutual distaste for one another, why don't you take me to the one who holds your leash?

Don't you want Simi to be your family?...This is the part where you say, 'Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family.' 'Cause if you don't, then I'll have to take my mitt back and barbecue you. Akri is still upset about the last Dark-Hunter I barbecued and that was…oh, a thousand or so years ago. He part elephant when it comes to remembering things. (Simi)

What is a Dark-Hunter? she asked. Is it like Buffy the Vampire Slayer? He laughed at that. Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my-

He had fangs. So what? Plenty of things not a Dark-Hunter have fangs, including Hollywood actors and kids playing vampire. You should have checked his membership card before you attacked. Good grief, what if you'd run across a Masquerade group?" – Sundown

Oh yeah, this was bad. The kind of bad they made horror movies out of. In fact, he'd rather be naked in a zombie flick with no ammo or shelter, coated in brain matter and wearing a sign that said COME GET ME, than face what they were going to have to face now.' "Honey, let me give you a quick lesson. Just 'cause someone's a few centuries old and fanged, doesn't make them a Dark-Hunter." – Sundown

Asleep he'd been more of a temptation than she wanted. He'd looked relaxed and gentle. Inviting. Awake he looked dangerous. And still inviting. She would give the goddess credit, Artemis had exquisite taste in men; and to Tabitha's knowledge, and according to Amanda's words, there was no such thing as an ugly Dark-Hunter.

I'm here to take him into custody and deliver him to the Council. (Celena) Well, that sucks. Bank robbery, handing out the passwords for the Dark-Hunter Web site, carjacking, mugging, cats mixing with dogs, and now this…writing a short story. High crimes all. You get the rope and we'll hang him for it. God forbid the whole twelve subscribers of that magazine should actually read a fictional story and think it real. (Rafael)