And he smiled at her, truely smiled- wicked and lovely...
He looked good, like sin in a suit.
What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?
Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.
Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.
Talking won’t change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.
He was an answer to a question she’d forgotten to ask.
Life is too short to read books that I’m not enjoying.
Sometimes being human sucks.
We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn’t change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.
Like chaos in a glass cage.
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.
Happiness is a choice.
Stab one or two healers, and everyone overreacts.
It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who’d ever mattered to him.