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“Have you a point in this mission, other than to piss me off and insult me? In which case, mission accomplished, but your life is drawing perilously close to its end as a result." Falcyn”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonsworn

“What makes you think anyone has a roadmap? You think I know where I'm going? That I ever have? We're all mice stumbling in our mazes, trying to find our cheese. Hoping the levers we're pulling are the right ones and not the ones designed to shock us.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonmark

“Blaise? You dead?" Falcyn
"No" Blaise
"Good. I want the pleasure of killing you myself, you bastard!"Falcyn
Blaise snorted
"Don't scoff, dragon. Soon as I can move again, I intend to help with your murder and dismemberment." Urian”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonsworn

“This is Amazing! Can I ride you?" Medea
"You already did that" Falcyn”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonsworn

“I just tried my powers and they didn't do shit for getting us out of here." Falcyn
"Mine either, and I was hoping to keep you distracted so that you wouldn't beat my ass over this situation." Blaise
What about you, Princess Pea? You got anything?" Falcyn
"Besides a throbbing migraine? No. My teleportation isn't cooperating either." Urian
"Really? If mine was working do you think I'd be here, listening to the lot of you? Promise, I'd have vanished long ago" Medea”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonsworn

“Dagon wasn't a fey creature. And I do believe, as a Summerian god, he'd be highly offended at your categorizing him as such." Medea
"True. But as his brother, I'm morally obligated to bust his chops every chance I get. Which he'd appreciate if he were here and would return said insult with gusto. And probably a punch or god-bolt." Falcyn”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dragonsworn