“Drualt took Freya's warm hand,Her strong hand,Her sword hand,And pressed it to his lips,Pressed it to his heart.Come with me,' he said.Come with me to battle,My love. Tarry at my side.Stay with meWhen battle is done.Tarry at my side.Laugh with me,And walk with meThe long, long way.Tarry with me,My love, at my side.”

“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.”

“And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.”

“Beckett removed her hand. “Go up there with my brother. Don’t fight my battles for me, Livia.”

“They say, that when I was born,my mother taught me to suck the milk.And every night beside my crib,she taught me to sleep as soft as silk.With a smile she pressed her lips to mine,till my mouth with joy oversplit.She took my hand and guided my foot,till I learned to walk with a happy lilt.One word, two words, then three and more...that's how she taught me to talk.That's why my life is part of her life,and will remain so as long as I live”

“You don’t want to finish our drinks?”He took my hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of my wrist. “I’m alreadyintoxicated.”