- Damien slowly came into view and my eyes focused on what he had in his hand. My uncle had magazines he'd leave around the house. I knew what this was because I'd nosily gone through those. It was a flogger. On Earth it would have been multiple strips of leather firmly bound to a handle. Whatever this was it appeared to be made that way.
- "You will learn not to bite," Damien said levelly. "That was very bad. I do not like it when you bite me."
- My brain whirred to find some way out of this. "Your Brother does," I said casting anxious eyes on Bane.