The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.

She who invented words, and yet does not speak; she who brings dreams and visions, yet does not sleep; she who swallows the storm, yet knows nothing of rain or wind. I speak for her; I am her own.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. ”I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears

And it's the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them.

I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.