Ice is for death and endings.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

We are the total of our longings.

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.