“Some men die for lack of lovesome die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon”

“Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him?""It depends on whether or not I get an answer.”

“Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created."Jaenelles eyes widened. You let her drink a gravedigger?No no no, Wilhelmina sai...”

“Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name.Everything...”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name.Everything...”

“Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.”

“Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldn't hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him."Daemon?" There was so much unce...”

“For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the ...”

“You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence."I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice ...”