“I know that spot,” Puck said, standing several feet back from the Iron knight. “A woman with crazy long hair used to live on the top floor, but it's empty now.”

“I know it's too soon right now," he murmured into my hair, "but just so you know, I'll wait. When you're ready, I'll be right here. Don't forget, Princess."-Puck”

“Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.”

“You must know that I am entirely yours to command.""I see chivalry lives on," she said."As long as there's no jousting involved, I'm your knight," he said.”

“My glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of the tank.“Sekhmet!” I yelled.The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice.“Up here, kitty!” I called.She spotted me and her ears went back. “Horus?”‘Unless you know another guy with a falcon head.”

“Standing at the original Victorian counter was a man in a long black leather coat. His hair had been grown to counteract its unequivocal retreat from the top of his head, and was fashioned into a mean, frail ponytail that hung limply down his back. Blooms of acne highlighted his vampire-white skin.”