“You know, you’re pretty when you smile,” she said, patting the side of his cheek. “Fierce, woman. I am fierce.” “If you say so.”

“I am so in love with you,” I told him.He smiled graciously and pressed his nose and cheek to mine with a hand on my jaw.“I'm so in love with you.”“I know,” I said happily and smiled through the rain on my cheeks.”

“You’re mine,” he says again fiercely. “Not his, not anyone else’s. You can try and pretend you don’t feel it, but you do. You’ll always be mine.”

“You don't need to be so fierce and bluffing..if you already know that I can't be intimidated.”

“Because they want to know whose side you’re on.”“I am on whatever side you are on,” Asmoday says.”

“What are you?' he [Nanapush] said to Damien, who was deep in a meditation over his [chess] bishop's trajectory.'A priest' said Father Damien'A man priest or a woman priest?'......'I am a priest', she whispered, hoarsely, fierce. 'Why' said Nanapush kindly, as though Father Damien hadn't answered, to put the question to rest, 'are you pretending to be a man priest?”