Essence, sap, very life - how can any price be put on such?
Dyson: When I think of wood spirits, I don't see nymphs in see-through nighties, I remember the relentless grip, like roots a thousand times normal speed.
Hale: Not my 'hood, the wood, but gotta respect someone who never forgets where they coming from, ya know?
The Morrigan: Again, so much alluring power wasted on the Light.
Vex: I've finally sussed why the Succubitch gets my goat. It's coz she the only semi-decent lookin' bird not on our side.
Aife: Cut off - or at least should be. A dead end.