And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.

The more I see and hear, the more I realize how much I don't know.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.