My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.

I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.

Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.