She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.
Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court." "Well, I'm not, he dumped me." "You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court." "Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.
In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.
