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.

Now aren't you glad I made you take a bath?" Bill asked. "One less bottle of eau de reekette punching holes in l'ozone.

I hope that I live for a thousand years, and have a thousand daughters so that there will always be a woman who can curse your name.

how hard you worked for what you wanted. how cruelly fate betrayed you in the end.

Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.

Was their love worth the erasure of the world and all its stories?

There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?