“Well, it looks like you won." Ty, to Morgan, as he looks over the destruction surrounding them. Out of the ShadowedLands: Book 3”

“Look at this, Grace," Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman. P.S. Have you called him?”

“Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.”

“Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can't expect an angel to look out.”

“Miss Chauvenet." Morgan willed himself to speak his tongue near to tied.He was unable to take his gaze from her. She looked as fresh as springtime, her dark hair hanging in a braid beyond her hips, her eyes wide with surprise. Then her gaze moved over him, and he knew a moment of utter mortification.She's thinkin' you look like a peacock, laddie.With lace cuffs, silk stockings and drawers, and shoes with shiny brass buckles, he did look like a bloody peacock or, worse, like somoene that whoreson Wentworth would invite to his supper table. -Morgan”

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. You push me away, hurt me and leave but I love you so much. Why are you trying to kill me? Every time I touch you, every time I see you, you kill me a little more.” Ty to Morgan, after restraining her after a fight.”