When it turned out that he could, Karou dropped to her knees to genuflect. "Gods of math and physics," she intoned, "I accept your gift of this clever fair-haired boy

Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

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

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

...I crave a shawl." He was tense with anger but his hands remained gentle at her waist. He said, "I can make you a shawl." She cocked her head. "You knit? Well. That's an unusual accomplishment in a soldier.

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

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?