I'm sure I'll find some use for the dress before summer."Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. "Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint-or start a riot."She laughed under her breath, and turned to go, stuffing her hands into her pockets and praying her fingers didn't fall off on the way home."Here," Kavill said, and she turned to find a pair of exquisite dove-gray suede gloves in his hands. "On the house. For many years of loyal patronage." His face bore its usual mask of polite calm and courtesy, but his brown eyes were bright. "And a gift-for a year spent without any gloves at all.

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

I hate women like that. They're so desperate for the attention of men that they'd willingly betray and harm members of their own sex