I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

I've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

Don't lose yourself to anger. It's gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you-only your body doesn't have the good grace to quit breathing

Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.