“.. what she had was hers absolutely, not to be touched by other hands without proper permission being asked and granted.”

“If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.”

“Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.”

“My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.”

“May I search it?" she asked. "We screen for weapons."I stared at her, always a risky thing to do to a vampire. "Of course not. I have no weapons.”

“Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.”

“What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.”