Don’t fuss. I love you just as you are, Mercy. I don’t need to swallow you whole, I don’t need to be in your head at all times. I just need to know that you’re there.

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

I jerked my chin toward Frost’s body. ‘All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.’ Hao said, “Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else.” Half-naked, covered with the same filth we all were, he still gave the impression of being in control of himself and his environment.