Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?

“She said this world was a hole of darkness, of black light and evil and loss. B…”

“No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will…”

“I was beginning to understand. My grandmother's love was cold because she was a…”

“...(roses) each one shivering with cool silver light.”