When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

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

We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.

Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.