“Holy Hecate, petals, branches, and breath," Tamani swore, his face lined with concern. "You can do that?”

“You swore.You swore to my father that you would do everything in your power to protect Anastasia's and my interests in Hecate."Even I could have told her that was a bad move.Dad just looked pissed.”

“You ready for this?" Shar asked. "Yeah," Tamani said, a grin spreading across his face, "Oh, yeah.”

“How do you... we... you know, faeries pollinate?""The male produces pollen on his hands and when two faeries decide to pollinate, the male reaches into the female's blossom and lets the pollen mix. It's a somewhat delicate process.""Doesn't sound very romantic.""There's nothing romantic about it at all." Tamani replied, a confident smile spreading across his face. "That's what sex is for.""You still...?" She let the question hang."Sure.""But faeries don't get pregnant?""Never." Tamani winked. "Pollination is for reproduction- sex is just for fun."- Laurel and Tamani”

“See? Small steps. Just take it one thing at a time and you'll be fine. Angel, I'm not going to hurt you. You know that, right? Can you nod for me? Breathe a little?" Tender humor mixed with the concern in his face could undo her. And give her reassurance. She was rather amazed at the combination.”

“The silence seemed to gain weight between us, his face turned hard, and his lips became a thin, grim line. He pushed me away from him. "If I wanted to drain you, Cassandra," he said, his voice deep, "it wouldn't be your blood you should be concerned about.”