How long have you been with Raphael? You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman. What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.
These people are hurt, mother. You understand pain, and you understand how to be kind. That's what they need.
Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you.
Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable."Max?""Yes?""Will you remember me?"His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.
