He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.

You are the single most amazing person, faery, woman in this world or the other. Because of you, I am a part of this strange new world, have a second mother, and . . . eternity. I have almost everything I could want.

Sleep well, and stay where I put you.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.