An absolute monarch who believes in free will, isn't that against the rules?" Onilwyn asked."No," I said, my face buried against Adair's skin, "it's not. Not against my rules." My voice was beginning to drag with that edge of sleep."I think I will like your rules," Onilwyn said and his voice, too, was growing heavy."The rules, yes," Rhys said, "but the housework is a bitch.

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down."Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.

Wasn’t it odd how children could be so fascinated by magic? It took them time and the lessons of the Chantry to learn real fear.

Pausing with the teacup near her lips, Helen said, "I would rather marry you. It will be an adventure."Somewhat mollified , Rhys picked up a light chair with one hand and moved it close to her. "I wouldn't count on much adventuring if I were you. I'm going to look after you and keep you safe."She glanced at him over the rim of the cup, her eyes smiling. "What I meant was, you are the adventure.

I'm not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.

Bite me, Rhys.''Where?

It only takes one pebble to start an avalanche.

I thought about how the smallest of things could set someone on a bustling fire when you didn't have the right shoulder to lean on.

I want love and I won't settle for less

...light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.