“A couple of hours after Rik left, Trance was still on the floor of the basement dungeon, staring at the mess around him.“Trance?”He looked up to find Wyatt at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. Wyatt gave a long whistle as he looked around the room and then again at Trance. “Orgy gone wild?”Trance groaned. “Is there a fucking sign on my door that says ‘Bother Me Now’?”
“I looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection, until I was in the head-clearing trance that comes when you stare at something for a long time.”
“Princess." Puck's voice broke through my numb trance. I glared poisoned daggers at him and he gave me a weak smile. "Scary, you can rip me to pieces later. His royal iciness isn't looking so good. We have to get him to a healer, now."-Puck”
“Trance is fragile.”
“I told you, I don't like to share."That made her grin. "I don't either. That part was never an act."~Trance/Rik”
“Life, like the trance we call Love, might begin with a look, a glance, an exchange between eyes”