He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.

Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

You're grumpy and broody and secretive all the time. You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!""I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your . . . hat.""MacHalo," I corrected tightly. "It's a brilliant invention, and it means I don't need you or V'lane to keep my safe from Shades, and that, Jericho Barrons, is worth its weight in gold: not needing either of you for something!

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

Dude, the bush is ready. Why you still beating around it?” “I’ve lived a long time, kid, and I’ve never heard anyone mutilate the English language quite like you.

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.