Chase away sorrow by living.

Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.

I need to check in with Seth before I -- he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat -- give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

Keenan was staring at her, too intently for comfort. I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don't know why you and not someone else. He gently pulled her forward and whispered, But it's you I think of when I wake each morning. It's your face in my dreams.
Aislinn swallowed. That would seem odd even if he were normal. And he wasn't. What he was-unfotunately-was completely serious.

My fealty to the Summer Court is rescinded. You are my King no more.

The Summer King stroked her cheek with his thumb. Can you offer me your fidelity? Your heart and your body and your companionship for eternity? Do you want my fidelity? Either love me or kiss me goodbye, my Summer Queen.

He might be out of her skin, but she'd left him as something other than what he'd been before- not moral, but not strong enough to deserve the title of Dark King.

The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, . A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. -Darkest Mercy (p 28).

Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.

I've never loved anyone the way I love you, he whispered. Lucky them.

Just be you-strong and honest. The rest falls into place if you do that. It always has. It always will. Remember that. No matter what happens over the ... centuries ahead of you, remember to be honest with yourself. And if you fail, forgive yourself. You'll make mistakes. The whole world is new, and they have so many more years in the then you.

I like to read the ending first.

He pulled something out of his pocket and tried to stick it in her arm. A needle. He'd offered her hope, but then he was trying to hurt her. Poison. She pushed him away. That wasn't nice.

He tipped her head up. Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

Hold me? If you still want to, I mean. She looked away. Everyday -- then he was there, lifting her into his arms, holding her like she was fragile and precious -- I want to hold you every day. Nothing will ever change that.

Everything I could want in eternity is possible because of you, he thought, and then he stopped thinking and simply enjoyed being in the arms of the one person in all of forever who made his life complete.

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

And sometimes you meet someone who doesn't see you any differently if you tell them. That is everything.

You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her.

Niall turned his gaze to Irial. What would you do?

Blind myself, if you were foolish enough to use those words.

I didn't drown. I didn't break.