“...my soul bleeding tears of anguish”

“I'm your Beloved, dammit! You're going to let me save your soul, and like it!”

“Sit down before you hurt your owies.” “I am a Dark One!” he said, managing to stand upright at last, ignoring the pain and tearing feeling on his left side. “We do not have owies! We have grievous, nearly fatal injuries!”“Pia,” Cora said(...). “Would you please get Alec a chair before he does more damage to, or topples over from, his grievous, nearly fatal injuries?”

“His laughter echoed through my mind. I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and am taking her back to my home, where she and I will be alone and able to indulge whatever fantasies we choose. What is there not to enjoy?”

“My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.”

“Maybe I could just James Bond my way down the cable if I draped the scarf over it, clinging to the ends as my body careened down it to safety-- Careened. What an ugly word that was”

“Oh, lovely. Magical zombies have stolen my valknut.”