Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.

You want this?" His voice was hoarse. "Yes," she said. "Do you?" His finger traced the outline of her mouth. "For this I would have been damned forever. For this I would have given up everything." She felt the burn behind her eyes, the pressure of tears, and blinked wet eyelashes. "Will ..." "Dw i'n dy garu di am byth," he said. "I love you. Always." And he moved to cover her body with his own.