It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.

I was Ashallayn'darkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.

Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.

I get up, get coffee, and go into my home office. I check email and Twitter before I start work, but I have to try not to get too distracted.

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

You're here, and the only dance I want is this one.