He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

There's something about a roof isn't there? It makes you feel like it doesn't matter what's going on below. All of those things that get in the way of your dreams - you're above them. Anything is possible.

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.