“What if there's a fire?" Glenna said sweetly, and Cian merely smiled. "Then I guess you'd better open a window, and fly.”

“I didn't get fired.""You didn't punch your boss and get fired from the Tribune? That's what I heard.""I punched what could loosely be called a colleague for cribbing my notes on a story and since the editor–who happened to be the asshole's uncle–took his word over mine, I quit.""To write books. Is it fun?""I guess it is.""I bet you killed the asshole in the first one you wrote.""You'd be right. Beat him to death with a shovel. Very satisfying.”

“What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.”

“Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself.“He fights with us. We’re an army.”“An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?” she asked Glenna.“Witch.”“So, we’ve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.”

“Stopthinking of yourself as a reflection of what a man saw in you, andbe. I asked you if it bothered you thatpeople will talk. I wish you'd said the hell with people. Let them talk. It's time you gave them somethingto talk about.”

“I'll be sure to pass your comments along to the manager-after I fire him for letting you in.""Don't be cranky,Josh." She slanted her most persuasive smile his way, only slightly annoyed when she saw it didn't make a dent. "I'm sorry I woke you up.I wasn't thinking about the time.""Not thinking is one of your most highly honed skills.""I'm not going to fight with you, and I'm not going to apologize for not sleeping with you just because your ego's bruised."His smile was thin and sharp as a scalpel. "Duchess, if I'd gotten your clothes off,you not only wouldn't have to apologize,you'd be thanking me.""Oh,I see I'm mistaken.Your ego's not bruised, it's just painfully swollen.”

“-If you were a girl,Jack said to Dell, I'd marry you.-No. You'd just have sex with me then never call me.”