“Matthew, exactly how psychic are you?So psychic that other psychics should be called Mattics.”

“Lachlain: 'And you must be the soothsayer - 'Nix: 'I prefer predeterminationally abled, thank you.' Her hand shot out, ripping a button from his shirt, so fast it was a blur. She'd taken the one closest to his heart, and for a moment her face turned very cold. She'd made a point - she could have gone for his heart.Then she opened her hand and gasped in surprise. 'A button!' She smiled delightedly. 'You can never have enough of these!'Lachlain: 'How did you find this place?'Regin: 'A phone tap, satellite imaging, and a psychic,' she said, then immediately frowned. 'How do YOU find places?”

“And they just let you enter after their effort?""What should they have done, Mr MacRieve?""I know exactly what I would have done.""I know exactly how I would have retaliated.”

“This morning Jackson had told Matthew, "You mention death one more time, and I"ll knock you into next week. Comprends?""Already been there," Matthew had answered.”

“And exactly how old are you MacRieve ?""Twelve hundreds, give or take.""Great Hekate, you're a relic. Don't you have a museum exhibit to be in somewhere ?”

“Cadeon, are you even listening to me?”“What? Yeah, was just thinking about…how http always turns to https when I carry out a transaction.”“Exactly!”Good save.”

“You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb?" Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. "That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather.”