“Mark had gone, passed into the care of the Keeper of the Stars, but the stars were still there.”

“You're my lodestar – that's the one that sailors followed, the Pole Star that took them safely home to harbour.” he said.“And I suppose you're like a shooting star” she responded “Always travelling in unexpected directions”And like a shooting star, he had disappeared over the edge of her world, taking all the light and leaving her in cold darkness.”

“The thing I've found about exciting is that it's like fireworks. A big burst of color. It takes your breath away, and then nothing. But something that's always there, while it might not be as exciting, like the stars in the sky, they can still steal your breath.”

“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”

“It is poor solace to speak of the passing of time and grief," the master said. His quiet voice had gone somehow bleak, though Araene could not decide where in his unchanging tone the difference lay. "We do not wish our grief to fade, for it marks the love and honor in which we held our lost kinsmen. Nevertheless, permit me to assure you that while you may find peace a barren desert, yet eventually it may bloom.”

“I was literally seeing stars, and every ragged breath I took felt like I was trying to breathe through broken glass.On the upside, my crush on Archer was totally gone. Over. Once a boy has slammed his kneecap into your rib cage, I think any romantic feeling should naturally go the way of the ghost.”

“You two are cracked," Tod snapped.My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.”