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

"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."

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