“You're the healing janitor dude.""Groundskeeper.""Isn't that like a janitor?""No, it's like a groundskeeper.”

“But then you heard Sophie was coming to Hecate, and you decided to stay," Lara finished, and her lips twisted in the triumphant smile I'd seen on Mrs. Casnoff's face dozens of times. I stood there, frozen in place, as she turned back to me and said, "Mr. Callahan gave up a chance to travel the world with the Council so that he could be little more than a janitor on Graymalkin Island. For you.”

“So if you can heal with your touch, why are you working here as like, Hagrid, or whatever?”

“You're the heir apparent to the head of the Council,ergo-""Dad,it is way to early to be using words like 'ergo.”

“We stood there for a long moment before he said, "You know, we still have like, half an hour down here. Seems a shame to waste it." I poked him in the ribs, and he gave an exaggerated wince. "No way, dude. My days of cellar, mill, and dungeon lovin' are over. Go castle or go home.”

“You have this weird look on your face," he said. "Like you're doing really complicated math in your head.”

“It's so obnoxious when you're right about stuff.”