And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.”
“I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.”
“You made all of them what they are.”
I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.

“I once again fought against the desire to bitch-slap a faerie”

“Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandw…”

“Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn't the same…”

“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of th…”