Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she would never grow restless and fickle, and see to replace me. So you see, not exactly the sentiments of a great and terrible love affair.

It may not seem like much - a few kisses in the dark - but it was enough to burn a hole like an ulcer in my heart.

In love, howsoever it is manifest, we are greater than the sum of our parts.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Love as thou wilt

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.