“One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.”

“One does silly things when one is twelve.”

“One does not greet the Queen of the Seelie Court with the barbarous human 'hello'...”

“You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.”

“Do people ever climb the demon towers? Like, for any reason?" Aline looked up. "Climb the demon towers?" She laughed. "No, no one ever does that. It's totally illegal, for one thing, and besides, why would you want to?" Aline, Isabelle thought, did not have much imagination. She herself could think of lots of reasons why someone might want to climb the demon towers, if only to spit gum down on passerbys below.”

“Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--”

“It was like the calm just as one engaged in battle, Will thought, when thought fled and inevitability took over.”