My lord. It is too much, and not enough
If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.
After you, it's all cheap tequila.
Spontaneity is the province of youth
Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.