His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .

So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.