Sylvia's dark eyes widened. "You are more than you appear to be" "Yes. I am a monster of Darkness, a beast," he agreed with her. Her lips tilted up. "Can a beast weep in sorrow? Does darkness have the capacity to feel loneliness? I think not.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

True love wasn't found in good hair or the right clothes, make-up or shoes. True love was found in the soul - as was wisdom and compassion

But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.

Ignorance breeds fear and hatred.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.