Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

I've already had to wait so long." "How long?" Luce asked. "Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.

Free will...it's all the rage these days

I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.

You said a curse is only a curse if I allowed myself to me cursed by it. You said... I had it in my power to free myself of any curse - that curses were preludes to blessings.

Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.

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