Stop it, she told herself. Why think of that now? The nightmare vision was gone. The beast -whatever it was- resided in her imagination only.
-Chapter 3, p. 26

She had come with nothing but a name -she didn't even know what he would look like.
-Chapter 6, p. 41

Hopeless. Everything was hopeless now. Her grandfather had turned out to be useless: a scared old man with nothing to live for but his books, his cigars, and his port wine.
Chapter 10. p. 73

Like almost everybody in the room, for one brief moment, he had believed that Gabrielle, Allegra Van Alen, had returned to them.
Chapter 13, p. 104

Sensing her friend's pique, Schuyler leaned down and rested her head affectionately on his shoulder. If it hadn't been for Oliver... she might have... what? Passed out forever?
-Chapter 18, p. 134

"You Forces -or whatever you call yourselves these days -would be nothing without my family...