“The monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.”

“Does Curran not involve you in his strategic sessions?” Ghastek asked. “Nope, I’m just here to look pretty.”

“You're screening your calls?""Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots.""Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl."You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)”

“What is he doing here?" Curran growled."He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade."Tough luck. You're mine.”

“He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...”

“The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.”

“I also stole a small yellow doughnut from the box of Duncan's doughnuts in the rec room and fed it to the attack poodle in my office. He made a great production of it. First, he growled at the doughnut, just to show it who was boss. Then he nudged it with his nose. Then he licked it, until finally he snagged it into his mouth and chomped it with great pleasure, dropping crumbs all over the carpet.”