You’re seeing a memory sweet as it is. But for your kind, memories of the dead are best seen through the cloudy glass of time and dreams.

Only one person in Ely had such a tall, stout frame and such a long, bald, peanut-shaped head.

And so James went from stranger to patriot, hero, bravely shouldering his duty to God, King, and Country. Hazel went from stranger and pianist to reason why the war mattered at all, symbol of all that was pure and beautiful and worth dying for in a broken world.

To independence!” added Pocked Louise. “No fussy old widows telling us when not to speak, and how to set the spoons when an earl’s niece comes to supper. And telling us to leave scientific experiments to the men.

You may ask me, as others have done before, whether it was kindness or cruelty to allow them to meet, so soon before his departure, with so little time to discover each other. Whether the pangs of loss do not invalidate the bliss of love. Especially where war is concerned, and Death runs rampant with his bloody scythe.

Hephaestus would almost worry for the fates, but they’re though old cookies.

I like to keep a little bit of nervousness simmering. It keeps mortals alert at crucial moments. Sensitive to every detail. It imprints lasting memories. These moments belong to forever” -Aphrodite.

I need to reassure myself that you aren’t a dream.

So gently did they fall, like feathers gliding on a breeze. They disappeared, like foxes slipping into their holes. There, and then not there.

Here; you’ve been carrying that alone for a long time. Let me carry it with you awhile.