“Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty.He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.”

“The other day upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today; how I wish he'd go away!"~Gabrielle O'Callaghan towards Adam Black”

“Brutality is the refuge of the dull of mind, ka-lyrra. Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce.~Adam Black to Gabrielle O'Callaghan”

“You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?"-Adam to Gabrielle”

“He would be, she now knew, a whole lot dominant in bed and a little bit dirty.-Gabrielle about Adam”

“Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.”

“Tell them, Gabrielle,” Adam urged impatiently.Blinking, Gabby nodded. “I have one of the, er… fairies here with me –”“Tuatha Dé,” Adam corrected irritably. “You’re bloody well making me sound like Tinkerbell.”