…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy

Love you..." Henry-" Always..." Oh God oh God-" World enough..." No!" And time..." Henry!

we both smile and we are conspirators.

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

He is coming, and I am here.

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.