"I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.

Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.

I do not like sitting idly by when something clearly isn't right. I feel... not trapped but something like it, and I don't know what to about.

Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

To be rather than to seem.

He spends the majority of the evening in the company of Celia Bowen, whose elaborate gown changes color, shifting through a rainbow of hues to compliment whoever she is closest to.