Happiness is a choice.

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

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

Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

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

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

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