Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn't know how to write anything else.

Heartache, Daphne eventually learned, never really went away; it just dulled. The sharp, stabbing pain that one felt with each breath eventually gave way to a blunter, lower ache—the kind that one could almost—but never quite—ignore.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

Never," he spat out, "kick a man who is pointing a gun at you.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

Weakness never got anyone anywhere.

Watch over Honoria, will you? See that she doesn’t marry an idiot.