I wanted so badly to tell him, but something about that entire night seemed so beautiful, so bizarre, that I didn't trust it with my secrets.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

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.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.