“How is Oberon these days? Still being henpecked by that basilisk of a wife?""Don't insult the basilisk...”

“You're Oberon's blood." A cool note of amusement colored his voice. "Of course you can dance.”

“But be warned, Queen Mab, this is not yet over. One way or another, I will have my daughter back." Oberon”

“I wouldnt defy oberon for just anyone. But for you.....I'd come back from the dead for you - Puck”

“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.”

“That was impressive," Ash said quietly as we walked through the maze of tents. Summer fey parted for us, scurrying out of sight as we headed deeper into camp. "Oberon was throwing all the mind-altering glamour he could at you, trying to get you to agree to his terms quickly and not question him. Not only did you resist, you turned the contract to your advantage. Not many could have done that.""Really?" I thought back to the thick, sluggish feeling in the Erlking's tent. "So that was Oberon trying to manipulate me again, huh? Maybe I could resist since I'm family. Half Oberon's blood and all that.""Or you're just incredibly stubborn," Ash added, and I smacked his arm. He chuckled, taking my hand and we continued on to the Winter's territory.”

“Yo no iría contra Oberon por cualquier persona. Pero por ti… —se inclino hacia adelante tocando mi frente con la suya—. Volvería de entre los muertos por ti. -Puck”