"Tell me," Sybil demanded. "Speculate if you must. Where would she have gone?"

"I have no idea."

Scarlet's other hand slammed onto the top of the block, fingers splayed out against the dark wood. She gasped at her own sudden movements, finally tearing her gaze away from the queen to stare at her traitorous limb.

"Perhaps and easier question, then."

Scarlet jumped. Sybil was right behind her now, whispering against her ear.

"Which finger do you value the least?"

(From Cress, ch. 42)

"We are perfectly matched said Aimery. "You are beautiful and adored. I am powerful and respected. You are in need of a partner who can protect you with his gift to offset you own disabilities. Think of it. The princess and the queen's head thaumaturge- we will be the greatest envy of the court."

His eyes were shining and it became clear that he had been imagining this for a long time. Winter had often thought Aimery might be attracted to her, and this knowledge had been the seed for countless nightmares. She knew how he treated the women he was attracted to.

(From Winter, ch. 18)