“Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?”

“In the meantime, how about us doing some more sister things together?"Alys snorted. "Like what?"Oh, I don't know. Slay a few monsters, outwit a few magicians, drain a few Chaotic Zones, negotiate a few treaties..."And after lunch?"Janie returned the wry grin sweetly. "I'll let you know."The hero and the sorceress walked back up the path arm in arm.”

“Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.”

“Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.”

“She couldn't help thinking, even now about how handsome Damon looked, how wild and dark and ferocious and gorgeous. She could help thinking about the times he'd smiled at her, laughed at her, come to save her at her urgent call. She had honestly thought that someday... But now she felt as if her heart were breaking in two.”

“Oh hell. They've got Mrs B in a bag!”

“But we did it," said Alys. "We found Morgana and we helped her. How can you worry about detentions when life as we know it has just been saved?”