That though he is weak, he can still burn.

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.

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

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.

Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.

She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each one of them from the other.

Your life is yours to live as you choose.