“Stop stealing the funeral meats right now, you wee scuggers!" She shouted.The Feegles stopped and stared at her. Then Rob Anybody said: "Socks wi'oot feets?”

“She folded her arms and then shouted, "Right you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason's funeral meats!""Oh, waily, waily, it's the foldin' o' the arms, the foooldin' o' the aaaarmss!" cried Daft Wullie, dropping to the ground and trying to cover himself with leaves. Around him Feegles started to wail and cower and Big Yan began to bang his head on the rear wall of the dairy.”

“Evan stopped completely. He was staring at her with those intense eyes. Staring right into her. Just like he had in those couple of moments when she had thought for a split second, that he wanted to kiss her.”

“A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?"It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)”

“When you kill a man, You steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, Rob his children of a father.”

“Hands quivering, she reached toward him. "Don't." He turned his back to her, facing the door. That word had stopped her once before. But not now. Not now that she had glimpsed through the funeral front of Varen's own eternal Grim Facade. Despite all the dark armor, the kohl eye liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She peered through the curtain of that cruel calmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and angst and, behind it all, had found true beauty.”