If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

Don’t try threatening an Alpha. They don’t like it.

C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.