I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.