“Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.”

“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”

“Remember also that scars of all sorts are all right. Scars are wounds that have healed, not without a trace, but have healed nonetheless. Think of all the scar tissue around Christ's heart, Jesus our wounded healer.”

“She was a tall woman with a wide smile,good tits and a way of licking mayonnaise out the corner of her mouth which suggested she might beequally good at licking mayonnaise out the corner of yours.”

“What is your future, son of a king?' he heard Torina say.Landen smiled. 'Ask your crystal, daughter of a queen.'She traced his eyebrow with a finger. 'My crystal never tells me what I can see with my own eyes.”

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”