Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

“And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of …”

“I thought I'd never find you," Luce heard her past self say."We will always fin…”

“Jealous?' Luce asked. They were alone now. She threw her arms around his broad …”

“Checkmate, bitch. -Arriane”