The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.

Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.

We're making a list." "And checking it twice." Edward shook his head.

I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.