This dress makes me look fat," I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. "Your pregnant," she stated. "Everything's supposed to make you look fat." I Scowled. "I think the correct reponse was 'No it doesn't.

It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.

Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That.... I mean, it's....." "Awesome?Yeah,I Know

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.