“October— You were sleeping so peacefully that I was loath to wake you. Duke Torquill, after demanding to know what I was doing in your apartment, has requested that I inform you of his intent to visit after ‘tending to some business at the Queen’s Court.’ I recommend wearing something clinging, as that may distract him from whatever he wishes to lecture you about this time. Hopefully, it’s your manners. You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence. —Tybalt” KnowsMayStatesWishSleepSilenceSeeingCourtHopefullyMannersQueensAttributesApartmentLecturesOctoberExoticClingingDukesEndearingWakes YouTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.” ThinkingMadeMatterDifferencesTalkingArmsHarderHeyAmusementCrossingsGlareTalking To HimToothpicksTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence. —Tybalt” StatesSleepSilenceSeeingAttributesExoticClingingEndearingTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.” VoiceBehindsKingsCatClaimsRallyingTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“It’s not that Etienne dislikes Tybalt. Etienne just dislikes chaos, and Tybalt causes almost as much commotion as I do. Sometimes more, when he really sets his mind to it, although my chaos is a little more destructive, if I do say so myself.” IfsMindLittlesSometimesCausesChaosDestructiveDislikeTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes.” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.” SaidEyeAttitudeCatFairyTybaltSidhe Author:Mira Grant
“I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.” SaidEnoughSoundGravityCheeseFormalSandwichesHamProclamationTybaltCheese Sandwiches Author:Mira Grant
“My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.” KnowsMayLittlesMadeHandsAsksWishBloodHairRoseFingersBoundsDearAsk MeLaughedCoveringOctoberEnchantedLickingDuchessTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“How did you find me anyway." "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you." Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.” PeopleIfsI CanKissingSmellOccasionsNosesSensitiveFind MeRemindingUseful ThingsTybaltBloodhounds Author:Mira Grant
“He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.” IfsGivingSaidIdeasOkayRaisedEyebrowsIrritatingQuentinTybalt Author:Mira Grant
“You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.” SaidIdeasSidesBloodStressHarderNo IdeaCoveredWowTenseTybalt Author:Mira Grant
