"Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star."
"Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on."
"I'm afraid they're in love,"he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you."He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel."
"Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on."
"And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note."
"I'm afraid they're in love,"he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you."He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel."