“Once Upon A Time” I began. We made it through three stories before she was in a deep sleep. In the end, she probably didn’t have a better grasp on our legal system, racism, or social complexity. However, she now knew that sometimes the most loyal friend you could have was a mouse, that sometimes people weren’t always who they seemed, even if their eyes were allegedly only bigger to see you with, and that everyone had the capacity to live happily ever after. It wasn’t in her lesson plan, and maybe it wasn’t all true, but it was important.”

“You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?”

“The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.”

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?”

“You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.”

“The Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.”

“There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.”