“Just because your lover died doesn't mean you can't find another. Besides, ifyou don't start dating again your parents will intervene and I've met your parents, they scare the crap out of me."Anthony shivered at the memory of his parents'matchmaking skills. "Last time they fixed me up with a fairy."Steven snorted. "I thought you didn't like labels.""No. He was an actual fairy, you know, from Faeland."That got Steven's full attention. "What happened?"Anthony shrugged. "Let's just say it didn't work out.”

“Francis, I need to borrow your car. Bring gloves."He laughed hysterically over the line. "why? Are you trying to hide evidence?" I didn't bother laughing with him."Shit" Francis cursed. "Please don't tell me I need to bring a shovel.”

“I'll murder a basketful of kittens in a playground full of kindergarteners if it will send me to hell to be by your side.”

“I caught the earth with my ass when it came up to meet me.”

“Just because you blocked the memory of me out of your mind doesn't mean you blocked the memory of me out of your heart”

“Don't let another man, tight wearing fairy or not, help you out of your clothes again," he said, his eyes narrowing just enough to know some scalding emotions were firing through him right now. "If you need help out of so much as a sock, you call me, you got it? That's my job.”

“-You're pretty hard-boiled, Tinker Bell.-Call me that name again and you'll be wondering how your bollocks wound up lodged in your windpipe--from below. Just because we don't get to your side of things much anymore doesn't mean we don't know anything. 'If you believe in fairies, clap your hands!' If you believe in fairies, kiss my rosy pink arse is more like it. Now are you going to shut your gob or not?”