The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "yes," he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.