“These militiamen were what Jackson would call cou rouge. Because they were seriously red of the neck.”

“Evie, bed down.” Scanning the dark, he murmured, “You doan have to be scared. I’ve got you.”You do, don’t you? Here we were in the Bagmen’s lair, and I wasn’t terrified for my life. Jackson would killany that strayed too close. In fact, they should fear him.I was with the boy that monsters should fear.”

“And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”

“He jerked back. "What is this? Be like you were with me the other times! When you melted for me." "That was before I fully understood what a nasty piece of work you are.""Because of a few shifter beheadings? Come on, Lizvetta, it's not as if I went around cock-slapping gnomes."Her jaw dropped.”

“Elizabeth is my happiness, he thought again. “I could hate her for what she did to me.”“Because of one unsuccessful beheading?” She tapped her claw to her chin. “Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I’m rethinking our friendship.”

“Because of one unsuccessful beheading?” She tapped her claw to her chin. “Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I’m rethinking our friendship.”

“Why would I kill to know what she's thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.”