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.

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

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

Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.

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

He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.