“But. . . you said we were going to play Parcheezi. . .”

“If this were the Make-A-Wish Foundation and you were going to die in twenty minutes, like just long enough to play "Freebird", we still wouldn't play it.”

“You said you were a fairy princessYou said you were a shooting starYou said we'd go to Bora BoraNow look at where the fuck we are”

“You were wearing your hair up like that the day we left for Harbor Springs," he said, his deep voice pitched seductively low. "I like it.""In that case," Lauren said lightly, "I'll start wearing it down."He grinned. "So that's the way we're going to play it,is it?""Play what?""This little game we started yesterday.""I am not playing your game," she said with quiet firmness. "I do not want the prize.”

“And what?" Arranulf yawned."How did it go?""How did what go?""Don't play with my feet, as we say in Ramaldah. You were seen, Landemere.”

“No tricks, Christian. I don't play that way when I play for keeps.""No one ever said we were playing for keeps.""We? I hadn't realized you'd agreed to play at all, beautiful." Triumph gleamed in Sable's eyes.”