“The Sidhe are prancy, but fierce.”

“How long have you been a Sidhe-sicle?”

“Tiny, but fierce!”

“Shame, child, is for those who fail to live up to the ideal of what they believe they should be." She waved her hand. "It was shame that drove me to my queen, to beseech her aid." Her long, delicate fingers idly moved to the streaks of white in her otherwise flawless red tresses. "But she showed me the way back to myself, through exquisite pain, and now I am here to watch over my dear godson--and the rest of you, as long as it is quite convenient."Spooky death Sidhe lady," Molly said. "Now upgraded to spooky, crazy death Sidhe lady.”

“Tiny," Sanya rumbled to Michael, clenching a demonstrative fist. "But fierce.”

“We need to get out," I said. My voice sounded raw to me. "Trouble coming.""No," said a beautiful Sidhe baritone. "Trouble is here."They appeared from behind their veils, one by one, with so much melodrama that I was mildly surprised that they hadn't each struck some kind of kung fu pose.”

“And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked."Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said, nodding. "They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today.""Roger Moore Bond villains?" Murphy asked, her tone derisive. "Seriously?""Be silent, mortal cow," snarled one of the Sidhe. Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. "Yeah, okay. You.”