You know, sometimes I almost forget how creepy you are, and then you go and say something like that. - Seanan McGuire

Quests were a lot like dogs, Cora thought. They were much more attractive when seen from a distance, and not barking in the middle of the night or pooping all over the house. She had been there for every terrible, wearying, bone-breaking moment of this quest, and it held no magic for her. She knew it too well.

"I don't believe in destiny."
"Destiny believes in you." The fawn took a breath. "I really am sorry we had to hit you."
"I'm sorry too," said Regan.
"You understand this was for your own good."
"I understand you think this was for my own good."

“My name is Lord of the Forest,” said the stag.
Regan nodded. Every stag she’d ever met had been named Lord of the Forest, even when there was another stag only a few feet away. Deer didn’t understand irony.