“Truax had another marshmallow poised to go into his open mouth, but he froze after hearing Dale’s outburst. “I don’t think I like your attitude, Dale. Everyone is addicted to something. Drugs, power, sex. Might as well be to something wholesome, like these little sweet white puffs, made from 100% all natural unicorn poop.” “That’s not where marshmallows come from.” Truax grabbed Dale by the shirt and pulled him against the cell bars. “Yes it is, damn you!” “Okay, okay! Marshmallows are unicorn poop!”

“I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. but, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.”

“Okay, listen. From what Shade said, Roag got toasted like a burnt marshmallow. He would have been nearly destroyed, right down to his junk." Wraith grinned. “Which is really fucking funny.”

“Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something.”

“Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.”

“THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.”