“He had never bothered to count time before, but he started to now, and it began with counting each breath she took.”
“He wished he knew how to describe to her what he felt.I started counting time for you.I want to change who I am for you.You are my Grace.He was too full, and there weren't enough words.He said, "I did not know I needed grace until I met you."Then as she held him tightly, he knew that what he said had been enough.”
“Pia counted through the burp. “… two ten thousand, three ten thousand, four – oop, you win.” She stared at the little faerie in awe. “Where did you put all that air?”
“If you fail somehow--if you die--I will search for a way to walk through time to find you. No matter where you are. No matter when. I swear it.' [Rune to Carling]”
“There’s nothing you could do that I haven’t seen an army of uglier, hairier people do thousands of times before.”
“How like a male. Pull out some tools and start banging on something, and they flocked in from miles around. She pushed her hair out of her face with the back of one hand and scowled at him. "I am perfectly capable of breaking it down myself.""Of course you are," he told her smiling. "That's not what I said. I said may I help?”