“-"Leslie? What are you doing?"-"Choosing. I'm mine. Not anyone else's."-"I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.”
“Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?""Choosing."Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face."I'm mine. Not anyone else's.""I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.”
“I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.”
“I'm mine. Not anyone else's.”
“I'm protecting what's mine." ..."I'm not yours," I said. "You're welcome to think that but it doesn't change the fact that you are.”
“If fiction and politics ever really do become interchangeable,I'm going to kill myself,because I won't know what else to do”