A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.

Dani, Dani, Dani." I flinch. I've never heard anyone say my name so gently. It creeps me all kinds of out. He's towering over me, arms crossed over his chest, scarred forearms dark against the rolled-up sleeves of a crisp white shirt. Heavy silver cuffs glint at both wrists. The light is smack behind his head, as usual. "You didn't really think I'd let you get away with it," Ryodan says.

And after I act as your intermediary and he takes you back to Faery, then what?" "Then all will be made right, and I'll be invincible again." She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what happens to me? While you may be the most important thing to your egotistical little self in your narcissistic little world, guess what— so am I in mine.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.