My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Kettle thingies. Yum.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

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

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.

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