“Yap, yap, little dog.”

“Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

“I would not put my little bird in the jaws of a trap without being near enough to make sure it wouldn't close on her.”

“So, Mystery Lady? What's it going to be? You're going to spend your short little life playing by their rules, or are you going to take your chance?”

“I hit the dance floor, wincing a little bit as the DJ looped feedback through the throbbing of a useless song about someone playing poker with his face or something.”

“It wasn't exactly dangerous to be out during the day... but the Council, every one of them, up to and including August, would have kittens and penguins and little baby narwhals, too, probably, if they knew what I was up to.”

“Amazingly, he smiled at me. "You're bossy." His pupils were still huge, but a little color had begun to come back into his face, especially along his cheekbones. "I like bossy chicks.”