Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters. “Rhys.” “Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.

You can bite me if you want. I want you to.

It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.

Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.

When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.

Everything I went through," he said. "For you. It was worth it.

While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.