“Did you kill the Fae horses?”The whuffling stopped. Dragos said in a cautious voice, “Was I not supposed to?”She shrugged. “It just wasn’t their fault.”“If it helps any, I was hungry and ate one.”

“There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them.""Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice.He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one.”

“All I took was a freaking penny. Besides, I already gave you another one.”...“You took a 1962 penny,” Dragos said. His teeth were gritted. “You left a 1975 penny. It’s no replacement.”She stared at him. “Oh my God, it’s scary you noticed that.”

“Wouldn't it be better if the Elves would just shut up and go away? Hey, what if they stopped throwing a fit at you walking across their backyard. It's not like you ate their tulips or dug holes in their lawn. You didn't piss on any trees when I wasn't looking, did you?" The thundercloud that had darkened his face broke apart. He laughed. "I would have if I'd thought about it.”

“Don't you dare leave me. I swear to God, I will follow you into hell if I have to and drag you back by the hair."~Dragos”

“She shouted at Rune, “You did not just do that!” His deep voice sounded overhead. “How is that disbelief working out for you?”

“You're mine," he said. "You can deny it, argue, throw fits, try to run away. But. You're. Still. Mine."~Dragos”