Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.