I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but—surely she will come to love him in time. Will is easy to love, and he has given her his whole heart. I can see it. I hope she will not break it.

And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.

You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.

It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.

Every book is different with it's own personality just like children.

I thought... that we could at least talk about books.