Most loves don't last. But some do.

It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.