“...but fame didn’t suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.”

“Cimil’s eyes lit. “The Niccolo DiConti? What an honor!” Niccolo stood a little taller then. “Yes, I seek your assistance.” Cimil rolled her eyes. “Well, no duh. You didn’t abandon your queen’s side, risking her wrath, to see me in my fabulous birthday suit.”

“Your eyes are green, too,” she muttered.Alaric’s scowl turned into a look of concern.“Are you sure you didn’t suffer a blowto the head you didn’t tell me about?”

“You gave me two alternatives that you could live with, and I chose the one that I could live with. That's how compromise is supposed to work.”

“Your eyes told me to trust you, your heart’s beat told me you were afraid of getting broken too, the only thing you didn’t tell me was how to let go once you were gone...”

“Fame can't give you a hug. Fame can't keep you warm. The only way fame can keep you warm, is if you put all your publicity in a pile and burn it.”