When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.

C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear.

It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Don't play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.