"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."
"Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me."
"Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well."
"Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on."
"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."