“Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?”
— Julie Kagawa“I will be with her again, or I will die. There aren’t any other options”
— Julie Kagawa“Oh that looked painful, called another Puck, a little farther down. We really need to talk about your anger-management problems.”
— Julie Kagawa“Oh, goodie, Puck said as I stepped forward. I'm going to have a rash in the most uncomfortable places.”
— Julie Kagawa“Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am.”
— Julie Kagawa“He gazed down at me, his eyes softer than I'd ever seen before. My life is yours, he said simply, his voice barely above a murmur.”
— Julie Kagawa