Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.

Not 'Don' in that I-m-sorry-and-now-you'll-forgive-me-like-you-always-do-way. Not this time, Keenan." (Donya)

For this mortal I would disobey my queen, abandon my king, the court that has protected me all these years. All of it.

She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.

Hold me? If you still want to, I mean." She looked away. "Everyday"--then he was there, lifting her into his arms, holding her like she was fragile and precious--"I want to hold you every day. Nothing will ever change that.