“And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.”

“I like a little fight in my girls."She grinned at him,causing blood to dribble down her chin."Then you're going to love me.”

“Handing me a pen is like handy a madman a knife...at the end of it you know you'll end up with a lot of broken bones, blood, and bodies - but it'll be one hell of a story to tell your friends.”

“Freedom and blood I make my mark and fight for tomorrow. Finally I've got something, Something I can raise my voice for. Fine, tell them who you really want. Fine, well you'll get yours and I'll get mine.”

“But give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.”

“I know that you'll survive the upcoming battle," he said, "because I'll be fighting right beside you and I'll lay down my own life to protect yours.""I . . . oh," she said. It took her some moments to understand. "You . . . will come with me?""Your fight is my fight," he said. Stark and direct, his words filled her with unsparing joy. "Your cause is mine. And more than that. Your heart is my heart. I love you, Astrid. My place is with you. Always with you.”