“No, ice-boy. I never thought I'd see the day when Grimalkin was wrong." - Puck”

“Prince,' said Puck's voice, drawing me out of my dark thoughts, back to the present. 'Prince. Oy, ice-boy!”

“I glanced at Puck. "You take one, I'll get the other?""You're on Ice-boy.”

“Never thought I'd see the day when Death was denied. That leaves taxes as the only certainty.”

“My beautiful boy, my lover, my friend. The man I thought I'd never see again. Sebastian.”

“Well,” Puck said cheerfully, forcing a rather pained smile, “it’s just like old times, isn’t it? You, me, ice-boy, the future of the Nevernever hanging in the balance…we just have to wait for Furball to show up and then it’ll be perfect.” “He is already here, Goodfellow,” came a familiar voice behind us, sounding bored and offended all at once. “Where he has been for much of the conversation, waiting for you to see past the end of your nose.” “Yep.” Puck sighed as we all turned to face Grimalkin. “Just like old times.”