You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.

They've been stealing mortals away for centuries, but they can't have you.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.