Oh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.

[Devina] “You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.” “Because you have cookies, right.” Those black eyes returned to his own. “And so much more.” “Well, I’m on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite.

You are so . . . odd." "I shall take that as a compliment." -Thor to No'One

Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.