“Please, Achimou? (Tory)
You are the only being who’s ever called me that. (Acheron)
Well, I’d call you babycakes, but I think that might offend you even more. (Tory)”

“Ryssa? How do you know her name was Ryssa? (Tory)
Uh…I don’t. I just gave her a name. It seemed more polite than calling her ‘hey, you, ancient chick.’ (Acheron)”

“Everyone cries sometimes, Tory. There are some pains that run too deep for even the strongest to take without breaking. I don’t think any less of you for it. (Acheron)”

“You don't call Acheron 'babe.' (Valerius)
You don't call Acheron 'babe' because… well, that's just sick. But I call him 'babe' all the time. (Tabitha)”

“I’d like to tell you that I come from a long line of German aristocracy and that I’m very rich, but actually it’s a very boring explanation. A man called Tommy Tutt married a lady called Jane Rhind, and suddenly I’ve got a very posh name. And then my parents called me Julian, and suddenly I sound like a prospective Tory MP for West London!”

“And please don't call me that."

I didn't call you 'that', I called you George Washington.”

“Tory a father isn’t supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being sad, you terrify me.”

“The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!”

“I might as well enquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character?”

“We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.”