I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Are you saying you don't love me?" Hazael asked Liraz. "Because I love you. I think." He paused in contemplation. "Oh. No. Never mind. That's fear.

It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.

Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ' 'And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?' 'Absolutely.