“No. --ClaireBullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve”

“Did that remind anybody else of something?""Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.”

“His eyes ignited into a color found only in the heart of the sun. ‘‘Yes?’’‘‘Yes, already. I’ll marry you. Yes. Hell, yes. What am I, stupid?”

“Did he just say--?""Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did.""Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.”

“Take her home. And-""Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.”

“So you’ll just kill anyone who frightens you. Who could hurt you.”“Well…yes.”

“Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-""Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.”