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

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

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.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

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.

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

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?