"Old Inca: (in Incan) He will come. We have no need to send for him. He will come anyway. The boy is on the other side of the world. He lives in England."

"Atoc: Oi, are we just going to wait for him? We have so little time. And even if he does come, how can he help us? A child?"

"Do you realize how much I hate you?"

"The silver swan must be positioned at midnight precisely."

"Old Inca: You don't understand, Atoc. The boy has power. He still has no idea who he is or how strong he has become. He will come here and he will arrive in time. His power will bring him to us."

"It's five minutes to midnight... just five minutes... that's all I needed. Five minutes more!"

"Was I chosen? The way I see it, Matt just happened to stumble into my offices."

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? What do you want?"

"Matt: Please... you've got to help. I was attacked yesterday. There were men with guns. You've got to phone Mr Fabian!"

"One of the Five. Two of the Five... here, in my hacienda!"

"Atoc: Who is this boy?"

"Are you sure there's no swan?"

"(when Incas kidnap him) Run, Matt! Run! Don't stop!"

"You're imagining things."

"You can't even look after yourself!"

"There's no stone circles in the desert."

"Salamander had it. Now that he's dead, perhaps we'll never find it."

"There's no bread and there's no eggs. I know, I know, I said I'd get some. But I forgot."

"Hate is all you have."

"I'm in Cuzco."

"I just don't understand you!"

"I think you should get out of the school."

"I want to go back to the LEAF project."

"(to the bully Gavin) Do you want me to rip open your other hand too?"

"Of course it matters! I'm meant to be looking after you..."

"For all we know, this mysterious South American businessman or whoever he is could have got to Morton, this could all be a trap."

"You don't want me, you want Matt."

"William: But I want us to remember him—always."

"Baron Rosnovski (Seeing Abel's missing nipple): Wladek, can you explain this small deformity?"

"Grandmother Kane: Yes my child, but he would not have wished us to sit around and feel sorry for ourselves."

"Anne: Not even your father."

"Abel: No sir. It has been with me since birth. My foster mother used to say it was the mark of God the father on me."

"William (To his grandmother who is concealing her grief at her son's death): Don't you miss my father?"

"William (As his father is lost at sea): Tomorrow I will find him."

"Anne: William, no one can survive for three weeks in the North Atlantic."

"Abel: Ich."

"Soldier: Wer hat gesprochen?"

"William: Not even my father?"

"Who said that?"