Some mortals – like you – are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I’ll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don’t need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I’ll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

You’re killing me here, Ash. Good, she said. She’d bend a few rules, but they both knew she wasn’t going to push him beyond where he chose to go. Love wasn’t to be based on trickery. But reminding him what he’s refusing isn’t trickery.

There was nothing wrong with progress, with the evolution of a society, with developments in technology, but when avarice directed progress, the natural order of a community was destroyed.

He didn’t slam the door, didn’t rage, didn’t weep, he simply left.

Sometimes there’s power in the act; sometimes there’s strength in words.

Nature abhors a vacuum... !!

She was his only anchor in a sea of madness.

I don’t know what I am, but this isn’t happiness.

Were you hoping for a quest? A seemingly impossible task that you could relay to your queen afterward? Would you like to tell her that you found and slayed the dragon for love of her? -Queen Sorcha.

Love ans desire aren’t the same.