“Words, Isobel, have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into being. Remember that.”

“Words...have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into being.”

“Learn to awaken within your dreams, Isobel.”

“Isobel looked down at her lap, at her hands. She turned her left one over, remembering where Varen had written his number on her that first time. Those numbers were gone now, but in hindsight, he may as well have tattooed the moment onto her soul.”

“This should make him happy. This should change him. But it doesn't. It can't. He's been changed already. And I don't know what to write anymore, because I'm afraid of what it will be. Because I can't think, and she asks me to write, but I won't know what to write. I can't think. I can't think. Isobel. Isobel. Isobel.”

“Isobel's heart crashed against the cage of her chest, beating against his.”

“But, Isobel thought with a bleak and sad smile, what better place to bury what was dead than in a cemetery?”