The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

I want one thing I can point to and say, 'that is good, and it's a part of me.'

Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.

I gestured my frustration. “I don’t know. She’s much better already. She wasn’t talking half an hour ago. Look at her now.” We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her. Okay,” I said as we turned back. “Bad example.

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.