“You've written plenty of romantic tales," he said, taking the book from her hands and gently closing it. "Didn't you know I would come?”

“As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.”

“I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.”

“Will!" Charlotte threw up her hands. "Why didn't you say so?""You know, the books on demon pox are in the library," Will said with an injured tone. "I wasn't preventing anyone from reading them”

“If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.”

“Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb."What?" Rory froze"Me," said Yamane, closing the distance for a kiss.”