“He crowned her with roses, girded her with verbena, in the costume of an amorous holocaust.”

“The costume is great," I said to Lysander, "but a crown? Really?"He glared at me, his black wings beating. I'd only been in his shop for thirty minutes, but I was pretty sure the guy already hated me. "It was my understanding that you were to go dressed as the goddess of witchcraft, and Hecate wears a crown.""It's not really a crown, Soph," Jenna offered from her spot on a nearby white satin settee. "It's more like a tiara." She had her chin in her hand, and there was practically a little black rain cloud over her head. We had taken Vix to the airport, so Jenna was Sulky McSulkerton.”

“A lady's hair is her crowning glory”

“Rule #47 of living with a superhero. Don't mess with her costume.”

“He who wants a rose must respect her thorn.”

“He makes her think sometimes of a mouse singing amorous ballads under the window of a giantess.”