“I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke. ”

“Well, I had the other problem," I told him. "I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in.""What happened then?""What else," I said. "It broke.”

“And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.”

“I had to find a relationship with someone who could simultaneously make me grow up and keep me forever young.”

“... he broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.”

“Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?”