There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

I would do anything for you. Anything." With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.

Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another. -Cormia

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

...When it was finished, the scaled dragon looked around and as the thing spotted V, a growl rippled up to the bleachers, then ended in a snort. "You finished, big guy?" Va called down. "FYI, goalpost over there would work righteous as a toothpick.