The All Souls Trilogy (All Souls, #1-3)

by Deborah Harkness

the air had that magically still quality common in autumn. The whole world felt crisp and bright, and time seemed suspended.

“You will not be alone either, Philippe de Clermont,” I whispered fiercely. “I’ll find a way to be with you in the darkness, I promise. And when you think the whole world has abandoned you, I’ll be there, holding your hand.” “How could it be otherwise,” Philippe said gently, “when you are in my heart?”