How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them.

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

Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

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

He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.

You already gave me forever, Aislinn. I'm asking for a chance at right now.