“Five years of hell. You deserve to be fucked till you can't walk.”

“Wroth! Don’t do this!”“Five years of hell,” he sneered, palming her ass roughly. “You deserve to be fucked till you can’t walk.”

“Just hear me out. While you were napping, I was busy chatting up our allies. Didn't you know--your woman's a golden-tongued ambassador! My sisters always said I graduated from the shock-and-awe school of diplomacy, but joke 'em if they can't take a fuck, right?”

“How old are you?”“Physiologically, I’m twenty-five. Chronologically, I’m…not.”

“I’ll do this to you till there’s something to take the place of your vows—until you see the two of us together as your religion.” (Garreth)”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re mathematizing?”

“MacRieve had been roaring in his cage in the basement for hours now, […] "Let me the bluidy hell out of here!" sounded up from below. Regin glared at Lucia, as if this were her fault. "He is harshing my buzz, and I am" – Regin turned to yell over her shoulder – "not interested!" "Open this fucking cage, you glowing bluidy freak!" Gods, he was fierce.”