Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

For this mortal I would disobey my queen, abandon my king, the court that has protected me all these years. All of it.

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

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

Chase away sorrow by living

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room." Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no.

Going backwards is never an option.