You are actually the worst person I have ever met.

Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you.…” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

Try to imagine where we'd be without you, darlin', and then maybe you'll see just how lucky we got.

I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.

Real friends are hard to come by, and as annoying as Henry is, he'd throw himself in front of dragon's fire for you." "And that's the definition of a real friend?" "Oh, yes, just ask Owain." He laughed.