You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest, so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time, and it is never the last time.

I’m not a Knight. I’m a Bishop. Or at least I am trying to be. And traveling with you is the most slantwise, backward thing I can possibly think of, which in this place probably means it’s the right thing to do.

Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

I may have trust issues, but some people seem to have an issue with the responsibility of being trusted.

Trust is like a tree branch, when you broke it you expect bandages?