“Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.”

“Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?" "Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.”

“I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.”

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest bitch of all?”

“Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.”

“Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”

“Mirror mirror on the wall,Show me the one who can conquer it all”

“Ik riep: Doornroosje! Je bent ternauwernood meer van belang! Ternauwernood Nog net wel. Nog niet helemaal niet. Ik houd ternauwernood oneindig veel pijnlijk nauwgezet en desalniettemin niet voor he...”

“Esmeralda? Scarlett turned to the witch next. Dont you want to do magic, again? Of course I do! Its the only thing I dream of. Casting spells Turning people into frogs Genetically engineering my gi...”