“This is my wife, Marian Robertson. No matter what came before the day we joined ourselves each to the other, she is mine now and Iam hers. If anyone speaks ill of her or calls her whore, they attack me as well and Iwill answer for it.”

“Now I read the updates on her online profile and she read mine, and that's what we were to each other.”

“Wendy taught me to curse, matched my clothing, brushed my hair before school, and let me sleep in bed with her when bad dreams woke me up. She fell in love often, and with great fanfare, throwing herself into each romance with the focus of an Olympic athlete. Now she's a mother and a wife, who tries to get her screaming baby to sleep through the night, tries to stop her boys from learning curse words, and calls romantic love useless. Sometimes it's heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they've become. Maybe that's why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.”

“Seeing her was like seeing a reflection of myself, a mirror of my pain, my loss, my regret. A mirror of what stirred within me now – this love that had refused to die. She had found me. I had always felt her heart calling to mine just as mine called to hers, this power bringing us together once again.”

“It was as if she called to me, with every note and every word. To make matters worse, whether I liked it or not, I answered. With every fiber of my being, I answered her call.”

“Addison is my consort and as such she is under my protection both day and night. I will ill anyone attempting to harm her. Is that clear?”