“Dragons have sharp talons. Sometimes I don’t get out of the way quickly enough. (Sebastian)Maybe you should fight smaller dragons. (Channon)”

“So, how do you kill a dragon? (Channon)With a very sharp sword. (Sebastian)”

“Well, I would turn into a dragon and fly you home, but something tells me you would protest. (Sebastian)No doubt. I imagine the scales would also chafe my skin. (Channon)True. Not to mention, I once learned the hard way that they really do call the military out on you. You know, fighter jets are hard to dodge when you have a forty-foot wingspan. (Sebastian)”

“Be kind to dragons, for thou art crunchy when toasted and taste good with ketchup. (Sebastian)”

“Why on earth would you want to talk to me? (Channon)My lady, do you not own a mirror? (Sebastian)Yes, but it’s not an enchanted one. (Channon)”

“Look, I promise I’m not psychotic. Eccentric and idiosyncratic, but not psychotic. (Sebastian)I’ll bet the prisons are full of men who have told women that. (Channon)”

“Medea? Don’t worry. Satara’s rooms are far enough away that you won’t be subjected to the sounds of wild monkey sex. (Stryker)Ew! You were right, Mum. I should have allowed you to cut his throat. Get me out of here as quickly as possible. (Stryker)”