“And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.”

“It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen”

“Newt had said I loved Ivy more than the church. I wasn’t going to deny it, but there were all kinds of love, and how shallow would I be if my anchor to reality was a hunk of real estate? It was the people who were there that made it mean something.”

“She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.”

“I am not going to be the person who completes you,” he said, glancing at me and turning away. “You are one messed-up bitch.”

“And Trent,” I said, watching Rex since Jenks was preoccupied with a flightless child. “Beloved city son and idiot billionaire goes and gets caught in the ever-after. Who has to bust her butt and make a deal with demons to get him back?” “The one who got him there?” Jenks said, and my eyes narrowed.”

“You look like the vamp who bled the cat.”