Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.