“Lock and load, everyone,” Lucan said, casting a grave look at the rest of them. “It’s gonna be a long, bloody night.”
“The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.”
“Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.”
“Everyone's looking," she whispered, letting him lead her to the center of the waltzing couples, several of which moved to allow them plenty of room."Everyone's been looking at you all night," he said wryly. "Especially me.”
“It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.”
“Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through.”Lucan (in response to Dante's request for advice) - Kiss of Crimson”