I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.

I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.