But now that she was my apprentice, every such thought caused a guilty twitch in my neck, as if someone had dropped a sleek, stinky ferret there. Guilt ferrets are bastards.

“First we need to get a buttload of nails.’‘A buttload? How much is that?’‘Uh…’G…”

“The Morrigan’s ideas of sport and mine varied widely. As a Chooser of the Slain…”

“My mouth gaped and I think I might have whimpered. The Norns had obliterated hi…”

“I think he got your goat, Atticus! And I've been meaning to ask you about the e…”