“Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.”

“I'll still love you because you are mine. Mine, Brynne. In my heart you are, and nobody can take that away from me. Not even you.”

“If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.”

“You say she loves him? No one but a coward would be defrauded of the woman he loved and who loved him. Ah, if I had once felt Madeleine's hand tremble in mine, if her rosy lips had pressed a kiss upon my brow, the whole world could not take her from me.”

“You are mine. Do you hear me? You are mine, Della Sloane. I will take care of you. Nothing is taking you away from me. Nothing.”

“He bent his head to mine and kissed the sense out of me. If you’d asked me my name, I’d have told you wrong. He had that kind of ability and he was mine, maybe it was because he was mine and because I loved him the way I did that his spell could cast itself over me with such ferocity.”