“Esk wouldn't have known what a collective noun was if it had spat in her eye, but she knew there was a herd of goats and a coven of witches.”

“They knew each other's names. He knew she loved to dance. She knew he was a herder of goats. But there is another kind of meeting...the meeting of eye and eye, and spirit and spirit.”

“They knew each other. He knew her and so himself, for in truth he had never known himself. And she knew him and so herself, for although she had always known herself she had never been able to recognize it until now.”

“By the time she got there, she knew Blake had been right. She sounded like a herd of buffalo in the wild.”

“You needed at least three witches for a coven. Two witches was just an argument.”

“The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. "Vishous," she whispered desperately. "Oh, brother mine...”