Everything was red, the air, the sun, whatever I looked at. Except for him. I fell in love with someone who was human. I watched him walk through the hills and come back in the evening when his work was through. I saw things no woman would see: that he knew how to cry, that he was alone. I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.