There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.

Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.

Perhaps I’m tired of waiting for something I may never find.

What are the two of you whispering about?” Alaric demanded irritably. She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion. “If I wanted you to know, I’d have spoken louder,” she said calmly. He turned away muttering what she was sure were more blasphemies about annoying females. “You must make the priest weary with the length of your confessions,” she said. He raised one eyebrow. “Who says I confess anything?

When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

If you don’t stay away from her I’ll rearrange that pretty face of yours. - Simon