When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

Write like it matters, and it will.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.