“Gabe?"
The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.
"There could be love", Jonas whispered.”

“Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it?”

“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.”

“Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet”

“Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves
~Gabe”

“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.”

“You know," she said, stirring her tea, "the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed."
I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. "He'd run like he was on fire.”

“We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him.
"So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.”

“I love to sleep. I'd sleep all day if I could.”

“The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“It’s a box,” he whispered back.
“What kind of box?”
“A wooden one.”
She gave him a look.”