The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.

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

When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red for him, the colors of his guard, the colors he has told me he selected for his future court. I chose black and red for the tattoos on Barrons' body. Tonight I wear my promise to him that I will make things right.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

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

What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.