You don't mind apples, do you?" - Livvy Blackthorn

It tastes of the most bitter poison . . I've never tasted something so disgusting." - Mark Blackthorn

He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.

Love is beautiful." - Malcolm Fade

This cat is looking at me with judgment.”“He’s not,” said Jules. “That’s just his face.”“You look at me the same way,” Mark said, glancing at Julian. “Judgy face.

[Julian]"Remember, Mark is in charge.”
“Does he know that?” said Livvy.
Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a carved stone gnome. “Your pretense does not fool me, gnome,” he muttered. “My eye will be upon you.