Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.
One heart cannot serve two masters.
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.
When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.
Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.
Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.
The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.
And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.
I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.
A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.