No one was ever good enough for anybody's precious sons. No one ever called daughters precious, and why was that? Things had not changed very much. In the end women like Emily and Ingrid and Freya and Joanna only had one another to lean on. The men were wonderful when they were around, but their fires burned too bright, they lived too close to the sun - look what happened to her boy, and to her man. Gone. Women only had one another in the end.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.

I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.