It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

Such a small thing to cause so much trouble.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

But you can't marry someone to fix him, even if you love them.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.