That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

Uh, what are you doing?” “Nothing much. Just erasing all of Calinda’s good grades and replacing them with incompletes. Eventually, the administrators will figure out what happened, but I’m making it look like a computer error. Still, I imagine she’ll get some nasty lectures from her profs and parents in the meantime.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.