“I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless.""All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.”

“She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick.""Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts.""I'm a doctor!""No, you're not!”

“Napier grinned. "I'm flattered.""I'm sure you are," Colt said. "You've always been optimistic in your interpretations.”

“The art of flexibility?""A most valuable talent," Napier grinned. "Most valuable indeed."Tucker turned back around in the saddle, having the good sense not to ask him what he meant.”

“Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?""No," she said through chattering teeth, "Actually I can't."He cocked his head to the side and looked perplexed. "Your lips are blue.""I'm cold," she said curtly."Want me to warm you up?" he asked, grinning."I'd rather be cold," she snapped, hating him more by the second.”

“Leave the bragging for the idiots, she had decided. And leave the idiots for the scaffold.”

“I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.”