...Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen." "She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.

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

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

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

Stab one or two healers, and everyone overreacts.