“Why couldn't he just keep being an evil, soulless bastard so I knew what his role was and I knew mine?”

“It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn't stop! I just could not stop picking!”

“He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards were called hurricanes and tornadoes.”

“It was like my body knew instantly that he was mine and that I was his.”

“I stood Sentinel of Cadogan House, by God. He was mine, and he knew it, and I would claim what was mine.”

“it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.”