“My parents want to do things differently. Dad's big on treaties.''And your mother?' Isabeau inquired.'She's big on making grown men cry.”

“Never mind that I totally knew more about fighting vampires than my peace-loving parents. Or that Logan's girlfriend, Isabeau, had given us two full-grown, trained Rottweilers to protect us, plus the Drakes sent their human bodyguards by a couple of times a night. I named them Van Helsing and Gandhi. The dogs, not the bodyguards.""Chapter 1 Lucy, page 15”

“Any more packages for Solange?”“Twelve letters, three packages, and a box of puppies.”I winced. “Puppies?”“They’re fine. Isabeau took them all.”“Good. Who eats puppies?” I shook my head.“Yeah, Isabeau swore in French. A lot.”“Hot.”“Yeah, Logan nearly went cross-eyed.”"Chapter 12”

“I have to console myself with the hope that I'd seen Isabeau soften, even hesitate, as if she might actually have taken my arm. It was suddenly very easy to picture her in a gown with petticoats and ringlets in her hair and diamonds at her throat. It was just as easy to picture Magda with horns and pitchfork." - Logan, page 95”

“Finally, a bit of luck. Rat bastard,' I hissed down at Montmartre. 'Mangy dog of a scurvy goat.''That doesn’t even make sense,' Isabeau murmured.'Feels good though. Try it.'She narrowed her eyes at the top of Montmartre’s perfectly groomed hair. 'Balding donkey’s ass.''Nice.''Sniveling flea-bitten rabid monkey droppings.''Clearly, you’re a natural.”

“(Lucy to Isabeau)"“Cool.” She tilted her head. “You don’t look crazy.”“You’re like a runaway train,” Logan groaned at her. “Can’t you shut her up?” he asked his brother pleadingly.“How?” Nicholas said somewhat helplessly.“Kiss her, you idiot.”

“Solange leaned back against the wall, bored. “Are you done yet?”“Hell no,” Lucy said. She’d left nose prints on the glass. Nicholas smirked up at her. She blushed. “Ooops. Busted.”“I told you they could hear your heartbeat,” Solange said.“Even from up here.”“I can’t help it. Even if they all know they’re pretty and are insufferably arrogant,” she added louder. “Can they hear that?”“Yes.”“Good.” She glanced at me. “Yummy, right?”“I’m sure Isabeau would rather recover, not ogle my brothers,”Solange said. “You remember how stressed you were after the Hypnos?”“Please,” Lucy scoffed. “This is totally soothing.”