Well do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right to do so, of course, but even then I suspected what I've come to believe most passionately these past weeks: from that first moment, I knew you were a dangerous woman, and I was in great peril of falling in love." She thought she should say something witty here. She said, "Really?

I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.