His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only

He would find a way to make it work, because he finally understood that sometimes you have to raise your expectations. And sometimes you need to make a claim on the world and the people you love to get what you most desire

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.