“Scout - oblivious to our jokes at her expense - pushed forward. "I don't understand why you're arguing with me. You know you have no chance."Michael clutched at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me, Scout. Really. There's chest pain - a tightness." He faked a groan.”

“You look like the cat that ate the canary.""As a vegetarian, I object to that metaphor."Scout grinned teethily at me. "As a carnivore, I object to your pickines. Now spill the goods."-Scout and Lily”

“Oh please," Scout said."Don't take that tone with me. You know you'd love to have a minion. Someone at your beck and call. Someone to do your bidding. How many times have you said to yourself," Self, I need a unicorn to run errands and such?”

“Scout released me, then wiped tears from beneath her eyes. Catharsis, I guessed. “I’ve said itbefore and I’ll say it again—you seriously rock, Parker.”"Tell me again, Green,” I said as we switched on flashlights and headed through the tunnel.“Seriously, you rock.”“One more time.”“Don’t press your luck.”

“Lils, you've barely even planned Sneak yet. Give it time. He'll get there.""He did ask me out on Saturday.""OMG, you two are totally getting married and having a litter of babies. Ooh, what if that's literally true?"-Scout and Lily about werewolf Jason”

“Do you understand what I’m offering you?""Do you understand that it’s not 1815?""It’s not unusual for Masters to have Consorts.""Yes, and your current Consort’s in my kitchen right now. If you need . . . relieving, talk to her.""As much as it pains me to say it, Amber isn’t you.""I don’t even know what that means. Should I—What? Be flattered that while you don’t like me, you’re willing to sacrifice just to get into my pants?”

“He stepped forward to keep our bodies aligned, and took my chin in his hand. "I will have you. Body, mind, and soul. And I won't share you with anyone else.”