“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.”

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

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

“I heard there are no male sidhe-seers."Where did you hear that?"Around."And which one of those are you in doubt about Ms. Lane?"Which one of what?"Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt.Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons."Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmered.”

“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”

“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”

“Why did the Lord Master take one look at you and leave? What are you, Barrons?”“The one who will never let you die, and that’s more, Ms. Lane, than anyone in your life has ever been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do.”