A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

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

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.