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“Well he’ll not get her, will he?�� Angus exclaimed. “He’s just some little pond sprite. He can’t do anything out of the water, right? He’s powerless. I’ll get her out of here! We’ll go in to Glasgow or…��
Ian sighed. “Come on, Angus. It’s not as simple as all that. This is an Elemental you’re dealing with. You’d have to take her to the center of the freaking Sahara to get away from him, and even then he’d probably make it rain. He’s in every damned faucet and kitchen tap all over the world. She takes a bath and he’ll pull her under!��
Angus stared at him angrily.
“It’s fucking happened!�� Ian said.”
― Elliot Mabeuse, The Croft

“And as she looked at the pool she saw the waters gather up into a column, rushing up foaming and standing there before her startled eyes, and turn into the form of a man.
Not a man, a god. So perfectly formed, so handsome, with such wisdom and desire in his eyes and such quiet joy on his lips. He was breathtakingly beautiful and Anne felt herself grow weak with some unnamable longing. His eyes met hers and caught her soul tight, and she could not look away as he read every thought in her mind.
“Come,�� he said to her in a voice like liquid silver, “I know your mind, and it is one with mine.��
Anne could not speak, but she did not need to. Her eyebrows raised in question.
He laughed, “Why to love, of course.”
― Elliot Mabeuse, The Croft

“Son of a bitch! I own your place! I’m your host. Is this how you repay me? By stealing my woman?��
The spirit stopped and turned.
“No one owns me,�� he said. “I go where I will.��
“Yeah well I’ll fill in your fucking pond and build a goddamned parking lot! How would you like that? Huh? I‘ll build condos. I’ll tear up the whole damned forest and pave it over!��
The spirit stopped and regarded him. Angus swept the rain from his face as he waited for the spirit’s reply, the two of them hovering in the storm.”
― Elliot Mabeuse, The Croft