“It tasted of twilight and mist, moonlight and frost, emptiness and longing.”

“I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.”

“he smelled so good a mix of frost and something sharp like peppermint.”

“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.”

“Care to join me, Goodfellow?”“Oh, ice-boy. A moonlight stroll with you? Do you even have to ask?”

“Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside.”

“Then I made a stupid mistake and looked up at him. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, his face was open and vulnerable in the moonlight. I caught a hint of wonder there as we stared at each other. Slowly, he leaned forward. I caught my breath, a tiny gasp escaping. He stiffened, and his expression shuttered closed, eyes going hard and frosty.[...]'This is getting old,' he said in a voice that matched his eyes.”