Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

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

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.