"She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust."

"Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on."

"It's not like there's a law against flying.""Yes there is. The law of gravity."

"Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength."

"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."

"It's not like there's a law against flying.""Yes there is. The law of gravity."

"Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength."

"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."

"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."

"I...I sang," she whispered, "if that matters," and Karou felt her heart pulled to pieces. This Misbegotten warrior, fiercest of them all, had crouched in an icy stream bed to sing a chimera soul into her canteen, because she hadn't known what else to do.The singing wouldn't have mattered, but she wasn't going to tell Liraz that. If Ziri's soul was in that canteen, Karou would happily learn whatever song Liraz had sung and make it part of her resurrection ritual forever, just so that the angel would never feel that she'd been foolish."

"It was brave," countered Issa. "It was rare. It was love, and it was beautiful."

"She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust."

"Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on."

"Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won--some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it--but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies."