Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.

Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.

I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face." "Even more reason why I should go," said Will.

Well, hello there, Mother,” Sebastian said in a voice like silk. “Surprised to see me?

Maybe I want a black eye. Did you think of that?

Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

We are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.