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

The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they're coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?

I don't want to just see someone's face; I want to know his shadow, too. —Jude

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Forgive yourself, but don't forget