First in an on-going list (perhaps) of Favorite Lines in the Chronicle:
Carrick to Sabrina re: vampire powers : "My sire's sire, though I've only heard about this secondhand, was quite the adept at mental influence too, though it doesn't come so freely to the Toreador blood as our sight, speed, and sway."
Maxwell in the boneyard : "Where the F

CK was he when we fought to take this city back!? He's got jack sh

t f

ckin' respect! Holy mother of f

ck!"
Vych as Jemal exits: "She watched through bloodied prismed tears as the heavy mahogany doors locked shut behind Jemal. Vychtorya could not speak."
and the scene-setting immediately afterwards was haunting: "Silence ruled in the appartment, the patter of blood on marble absorbed into the greater emptiness. The lingering aroma of his scent assailed Vychtorya and only heightened the resonance of his passing; an intoxicating torment that left her mind soaring in its wake."
More phrasing worthy of publishing: "The glare from the myriad of the city's lights caught the tiny crystals eerily, casting their brief lives into brilliant colour for the seconds before they fell fully to earth, where they were cast into darkness, melted away to nothing and forgotten."
there are more, from earlier in the game, but that's all i have time for now...