The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.

Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.

The lower you start, the more opportunities you have.

I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.