“Going after someone unknown in the dark and cold and almost-snow - that wasn't brave. That was exceedingly stupid.”
“The uncertainty, the fear of the unknown was driving him, almost to the point of desperation. He felt as if he was going down a dark stairway, missing a step, hurtling into the unknown and having no idea where he would land.”
“Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.”
“Mr. Cold, Dark and Broody might be a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.”
“It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.”
“If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.”