I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

I heard there are no male sidhe-seers." Where did you hear that?" Around." And which one of those are you in doubt about Ms. Lane?" Which one of what?" Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons." Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmered.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.” “She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?