Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

This train of thought was heading straight for Pity City, and she wanted to get off.

Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh?

There is no darkness as dark as a great light corrupted.