“I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan”

“I gotta go,” I wheezed. “This is shitty, you know? How do you live like this?” “Rachel!” he cried, but it was too late,(Rachel and Al)”

“I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.”

“You have such interesting thoughts. No wonder witches are ephemeral. You drive yourself crazy. You should simply do what you want without the soul-searching. It will be easier in the long run, Rachel Mariana Morgan.”

“I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.”

“Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)”