He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

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.

Looking for Narnia? You’re in the wrong universe

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.