“You weren’t born princess, Finnie Drakkar, but that does not mean you’re not one.”

“Seoafin, Tonight, you marry The Drakkar. In the ancient tongue, this means The Dragon. Good luck, Sjofn”

“You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me”

“You are, my wee Finnie, beyond my wildest dreams.”

“You’re safe, Lauren,” he murmured and my eyes came back to his.“You weren’t safe with him but, honey, swear to God, you’re safe with me.”

“I was beyond Ice Princess. I was Sorceress of the Antarctic and a bitchy one at that.”

“Don’t mind us,” Mack called. “They probably don’t get a lot of foreplay in hospital waiting rooms. You’re breakin’ the monotony of tears and tantrums. “Mack!” Carrie hissed. “Tate just kissed her, that’s hardly foreplay.”“You weren’t watchin’ close enough, honey. That was definitely foreplay.”