The sensation of falling was the worst part.

You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear myself open to let you go.

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 didn't know you were bringing the mundane." His blue eyes flicked uneasily over Simon. "That's what I like about you people," said Simon. "You always make me feel so welcome.

I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?

How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.