We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.

When it did, he dreamed of her. Dreamed of her standing on his balcony, goading him to come out and play. He dreamed of her hand tangling in his, a pulse of power twining them together. He dreamed of them racing through foreign streets, not the London ones they'd navigated, but crooks and bends in places he'd never been, and ones he might never see. But there she was, at his side, pulling him towards freedom.

Dammit Bard, you're going to set the cat on fire.

Everyone's immortal until they're not.

Kell resisted the urge to stab a fork into his own leg just to watch his brother wince.

She used to think that if she stole enough, the want would fade, the hunger would go away, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of what she didn’t have, of what she wasn’t, but what she was.

A queen could leave her throne. But a mother never leaves her son.

Ned had the childlike intensity of someone who wanted the world to be stranger than it was. Someone who thought they could believe magic into being.

And perhaps that was the test of faith, to know, and not to say, to live with knowing, and let the truth live only in one's head.