Some day soon, reaper, your mouth is going to be the source of your own destruction." "That does seem likely, doesn’t it?" Tod glanced at me and shrugged. "Until then, it remains a source of my own amusement.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.

He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.

I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.

I should have said something. ... But my mouth wouldn't open, and the longer I stood there in silence, the better I can to understand the problem. It wasn't that I had nothing to say to him. It was that I had too much to say.

If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.