The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.