I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
You don't bite the women of other males.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
Pity those who don't feel anything at all