“Neamh," he murmered. '"Tis Neamh, you are, Olivia.”
“The Light Queen’s voice stilled the turbulent waves of my soul, singing calm and grace to every fiber of my being. Neamh. Ah, there, I was pissed off again”
“It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul."The strangest," he agreed.”
“That he's mad, 'tis true,'tis true 'tis pity,And pity 'tis, 'tis true—a foolish figure,”
“Wolf - tis what he is. He's not blackhearted like some men. 'Tis no heart he has at all.”
“Tis the will of Our Savior that we should find you a spouse. (Henry)’Tis the will of Lucifer that you should torment me until the day he can take over. (Sin)”