Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

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.

Kettle thingies. Yum.