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“I haven’t had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone’s dead and my root beer’s gone.” Horrifyingly, she felt her eyes prick with sudden tears. He bent down and picked up Aidan, slinging him over one shoulder. “We’ll get you another day,” Gavriel said, with such odd sincerity that she had to smile.
“Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.”
When life is woe, And hope is dumb, The World says, “Go!” The Grave says, “Come!” —Arthur Guiterman
“I won’t always obey you,” he said softly. “One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.”
“Every hero is the villain of his own story, wouldn’t you say?”
“Isn’t every hero aware of all the terrible reasons they did those good deeds? Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don’t they recall the moments they weren’t heroic at all? The moments where their heroism led to more deaths than deliberate villainy ever could?”
“Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.”
We all wind up drawn to what we’re afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
