“Raif spared me the embarrassment of making me wear one of his Lord of the Rings outfits.”

“You must be this tall," I said, leveling my hand well above his stocky height, "to ride this ride." I blew him a kiss and kept walking.”

“You are no longer a weak, susceptible human. You are Shaede, deadly and cunning. Never bow to that mortal weakness again.”

“What the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? I'm yours. My what? My slave, my guardian angel, my own personal pain in the ass?”

“When I came here two nights ago, I swore to myself that I'd reduce you to a purring kitten, lapping creams from a bowl at my feet.”

“Experience, as we know, is deceptive: one judges the world through the prism of what has happened to oneself and considers this a just and reasonable approach, when in fact it is quite obviously the perfect tactic for never learning anything about anything.”

“I'm fine with marrying Tove.""You're 'fine' with marrying him?" Willa laughed and looped her arm through Matt's. "How romantic.""You should've seen the proposal," I said."Where is the ring,by the way?" Willa asked, looking at my hands. "Is it getting sized?""I don't know." I held my hands out to look at them,as if I expected a ring to magically appear. "He didn't give me one.""That's horrible!”