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.

A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

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

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.