She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

As for Ellai, she told her sister what had passed, and Nitid wept, and her tears fell to earth and became chimaera, children of regret.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

The thing he wished for most was a thing he had never wished for at all, not until he had discovered her. And it came true that night, and many nights after. A brief and shining span of happiness, it was the pivot point around which his whole life spun.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.