The other side of midnight’s hour strikes a herald thrice rung Seer, Shadow, Sun—together they come Sixteen winters hence—the light shall be eclipsed Leaving darkness to ascend beneath a sky bleeding fire

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.

But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

...in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

What a tangle love is.

Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.