Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

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

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

Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness - the subvertio - a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael...

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

If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.