And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!

He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.