We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint... - Melissa Marr, Ink Exchange

"Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter."

"In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably."