“Bravo," said Grimalkin, peering down from Cold Tom's chest. "The Winter prince and Oberon's jester agreeing on something. The world must be ending.”
“For perhaps the first time in recorded history, Coalhouse and I agree on something," Tom said.”
“It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.”
“The order should not have been given,' she said. 'It was not done for the city but for your private ends.'I shook my head. 'There is no difference.'You believe that?'A Prince must, or he is no Prince.”
“It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep”
“Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.”