I've met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you're a downright bore.
how hard you worked for what you wanted. how cruelly fate betrayed you in the end.
What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.
I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life.
She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.
Trust is a careless pursuit.