“Come on, my little siren. Come to me.”
“A hand closed over my wrist. I looked over, and there was Lilly, cast in moonlight and blue, hair snaking around her, a siren calling to me: 'come on.”
“My damned little siren laughed at me. “I see your language has improved.”Poof—like magic, the anger disappeared.”
“You ought to use a little of that siren song on Alan, my pearl. The boy needs to loosen his cravat.”
“O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.”
“Because the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.”