“One last question.”“Very well, dearling.” “Can I trust Cadeon?” Nïx gave her a sunny smile withblank golden eyes. “As far as you can throw him.”

“I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.”

“Rick: Can you swim? Evelyn: Well, of course I can swim if the occasion calls for it. Rick: [throwing her overboard] Trust me. It calls for it.”

“The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.”

“You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this.”

“The first rule of being a mercenary? Find out what the client wants, then convince him that, a) you can get it for him, and, b) you're the ONLY one who can get it for him. Second rule? Lie. Often. The truth rarely serves you well in this business-Cadeon Woede, mercenary, second in line to the throne of the rage demons, a.k.a. Cade the Kingmaker”