Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.

He is my vulnerability

And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.

When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red for him, the colors of his guard, the colors he has told me he selected for his future court. I chose black and red for the tattoos on Barrons' body. Tonight I wear my promise to him that I will make things right.