“Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.”

“But who ever heeds the voice of reason when love whispers, softly persuasive, in the other ear?”

“Deuce glanced at him before turning his attention back to Zane and Julian. “Dare I ask what you’ve done to deserve protective custody?” he asked Julian. “I deal antiques,” Julian answered in a soft voice. Deuce nodded, looking Julian up and down. He turned his head to look at Ty speculatively. “That’s a euphemism for ‘I kill things’, isn’t it?”

“Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything godlike about God, it is that. He dared to imagine everything”

“Tis alright. I'm not going to hurt ye. Ye're one of me kind, I wouldn't dare," he said. So he could sense what she was too. That was encouraging, sort of. "And what if I wasn't?" she asked. The young man chuckled, a warm sound that eased her mind a bit. "Well I wouldn't ravish ye if that's what ye're worried about. I'm a Celt, not a barbarian," he said. Neala couldn't help but smile. "Some would say they are one in the same.”

“You say one more word to anyone and I'm telling people you cried in here tonight because you thought Daisy was breaking up with you.' 'You wouldn't.' Leo's phone rings. 'He would,' he says, laughing as he answers it.”