When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

Despite all my public misconduct, in the past year, I had learned the Elemental spells, the Doppelschläferin, and the preparation and flying of a magic broom; I had survived two months as prisoner of war, saving the life of captain Johanne in the process; I had escaped the dungeons of Fortress Drachensbett, and after an arduous journey successfully reunited with my double, so preserving her, and all Montagne, from Prince Flonian's rapacity, I would somehow master the despicable art of being a princess.

She says you're not truly human until you've had your heart broken and you've broken someone's heart.

So what if Brian made me feel like fireworks were going off inside me. He could also make me feel like a big fat clod of heartsick dirt. It was like he could take any emotion I had and make it ten times stronger. Which is great when it's happiness but pretty darn awful if it's anything sad.

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?

Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.