Come with me," Reyn said. "I want to show you something." Frankly, I had expected something more original. "Really?" I asked, "That's it? That's what you came up with?

Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

I don't love you. But I see the value of you, the incredible worth of you, more than anyone I've ever known.

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

It happened again this afternoon. Just the way it did that other night. We were talking--talking about how to protect her, actually--and then, suddenly, I looked at her and it was as if I'd found an entire universe in her eyes.

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.