“What does it say? Does he love you madly?”

“Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather. And it lives.”

“Love’? What do you know about love?”"It’s at the heart of every story,” Rollo said with authority. “If humans could avoid falling in love, you would never get yourselves into any trouble.”

“Galen Werner, you may choose one of my daughters to be your bride, and when I die, you shall sit beside her as co-ruler of Westfallin." "Your Majesty.... I - I don't know - " Rose felt her knees shaking. Did he not love her after all? "Psst, Galen?" Pansy tugged on his arm. Galen leaned down. "If Rose doesn't want you," the little girl whispered loudly, "you can marry me." Galen laughed shakily. "Thanks, Pansy." "Oh, Rose! Don't just stand there like a lump," Poppy said, poking her in the back. "If he's too embarrased, you should be the one to say something." "Poppy!" Daisy looked scandalized. "It's not Rose's place to - " Under cover of their squabbling, Rose took Galen's hand and moved closer to him. "Do you want to marry me?" she whispered in a much quieter tone than Pansy had used. "Yes," he said. "If neither of you is going to speak up," King Gregor said, "I shall simply have to decide it for myself!" "Father," Rose protested, "that won't be necessary!" "I choose Rose," Galen blurted out at the same time. "There. Done. Easy." King Gregor clapped his hands.”

“Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow.Never look back, never forget.”

“How wonderful," he purred. "I've been longing to speak to you for days, Princess Cecelia.""And I've been wanting to kick you in the shin for days.”

“You were a soldier?""Yes, sir.""You barely look old enough to have seen the last battle.""My father was a career army man, sir. I was there at the first engagement with Analousia, and took up my father's rifle when I was barely fifteen.""Saints preserve us," Dr. Kelling said, and squeezed Galen's shoulder. "What have we done to our youth?”