And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

Meliorn looked impassive. "Mundane humans are not permitted in the Court." "I wish someone had mentioned that earlier," said Simon, to no one in particular. "I take it I'm just supposed to wait out here until vines start growing on me?" Meliorn considered. "That might offer significant amusement.

There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.