Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

Observations,” he says. “Four imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.” They’d been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. “Wow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.

Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.

Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.