In this life and the next, you're my only hope at happiness.

You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

Merripen, despite his fear of heights, had often climbed a ladder to wash the second floor window for her. He had wanted her view of the outside world to be clear. He had said the sky should always be blue for her.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.

Why is life so difficult for some people and not for others? Why do some people have to struggle so much?

It's a strange life, isn't it? ...A Rom with no tribe. No matter how hard you look, you can never find a home. Because to us, home is not a building or a tent or a vardo... home is a family.