“Taryn, is it really that bad? (Janine)Considering the fact that I’m stuck out in this wretched heat wearing high heels with a black car that currently wouldn’t go downhill with a hurricane pushing it, I’d say yes. (Taryn)”

“Do you need me to come pick you up? (Janine)No. I appreciate the thought, but I have to wait on the tow truck, which seems to be the only thing moving slower than my DOA Firebird. (Taryn)”

“Can’t you nudge her into submission? (Taryn)Are you kidding? As stubborn as she is? I’d fry my brain trying. (Sphinx)”

“I’d consider it profession enough to have streaky bleached hair, to wear a green scarf, to spill spicy teas, to walk (slightly) unevenly on high heels. What more is there to give to the world than that? I realize this sentiment of mine is currently considered appalling, but these days I find the popularity of ideas even more meaningless than ever before.”

“It’s time to go big or go home. I want everyone to know you’re mine, Taryn.”

“Are all knights so gentle? (Taryn)I know not, Taryn, since I don’t make it my habit to lie abed with other knights. (Sparhawk)”