Cam: She is so lovely when she sleeps. Daniel: Is that why you wanted her to sleep for all eternity?

Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, "Only Lucinda could pull that off.

Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.

Oooh!" Bill squealed. "Very rococo." "So, I'm really doing this? I'm just going to go down there and pretend--" (Luce) "No pretending." Bill shook his head. "Own it. Own that cleavage, girl, you know you want to.

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

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?

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