"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."
"It's not like there's a law against flying.""Yes there is. The law of gravity."
"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."
"I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles."
"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."