“Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.”

“What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho”

“Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.”

“Jericho.""Mac.""Thank you for saving my life. Again.”

“He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac”

“I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.”

“How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac"Hope hes not"-Barrons”