“We should have called truce, he'd said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this. But neither of us called it, not then, not after.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I can’t stay. I have to go train for a while. You can come with me if you want.” He kisses my nose as I laugh up at him. “Honey, I don’t run. If you ever see me running, you’d… — Kristen Proby Copy Share Image
