Trust is a careless pursuit.

...and Jack, who felt like he was on the cusp of being able to read minds and thought it would be all right if Luce wrote him down for that. ("I sense that you're okay with that, am I right?" He made a gun out of his fingers and clicked his tongue.)

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

Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed None rose to burn as bright As Lucifer, the Morning Star, And Lucinda, his Evening Light

Daniel didn't have to shoulder his punishment alone anymore. It was something they could do together.

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out

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.