“A mystic is a hysteric who has met her confessor before her doctor.”

“A hysterical human? Who hadn't seen that before?”

“Her Shadowblade Prime was fully roused now, power rolling away from her in uncontrollable waves. Her Blades wouldn't be able to ignore it. She had to get to the vault before they came running to stop her like a horde of hysterical nannies.”

“Tucker met his eyes and set her hand in his. "I've never met a gypsy before.""I'm honoured to be your first." He kissed her knuckles coyly.”

“Like every girl, I only need to look up and a little to the right of me to see the hysteria that belongs to me, the one that hangs om a hook like an empty jacket and flutters with disappointment that I cannot wear her all the time. I call her my hysteric, and this personal hysteric of mine is designer made (though I'm not sure who made her), flattering and comfortable, attractive even, if you're around people who like that sort of thing. She is not anyone, my hysteric; she is blank, electricity dancing around a filament, singing to kill.”

“don't call the doctors cause they've seen it all before they'll say just let her crash and burn she'll learn the attention just encourages her”