“And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her”

“Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I‘ll give you the bloody thing.”

“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”

“The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you?I'm asking the questions tonight.If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.”

“Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers."He stopped and went very still.JZB: "Who is it?"Mac: "The MacKeltars."He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly.JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane."Mac: "I had a good teacher."JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane."Mac and Barrons”

“He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious. He was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well”