“You are not a samurai, Nate. You’re a medically-savvy immortal with Star Wars bed sheets.”

“But on the upside, your seraph form will never age. And the only way to die is by a demon blade. As long you survive fighting them, you’re immortal to the things that would kill a normal human. Think of the money you’ll save on medical bills. (Jack)”

“Nate handed it over the expert, and Waschbär examined it in turn, finally concluding with a low whistle. "No, not a diamond. It's a star.""A star?" the fairies chorused."Yer cryin' th' stars from yer eyes." Nate's hands on the reins tightened as he added, "Fer Ariel.”

“I'm making the bed now, oh, do come up and bring a sheet grandfather, for every bed must have a sheet.”

“I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I lied, I like your Star Wars sheets, you're not that bad of a driver, and I swear on my Very Cherry lip gloss that I will never lie to you again.”

“the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own”