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

“Keep looking only at me. There is no danger. You're perfectly safe. I've got you. I've always got you. You're mine. I will never let go. I will always protect you. You are my life now. Do you understand anything I'm saying?”

“He whispered, "I'm going to eat you until you scream."~Dragos”

“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.”

“I take it back," Rune said. "You're not an utter heroine. You're a drama queen.”

“Payback and death weren’t the dragon’s only companions. He was on intimate terms with chaos and strife too.” Dragos”

“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.”