“She was too compelling to look at directly. Bright like the sun, bright and terrible. Only one other being could look upon her, and that was Death. And so…they became lovers.” He said the word like a caress, like velvet… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
Most women do not grieve so much for the death of their lovers for love's-sake, as to show they were worthy of being beloved. — Francois La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
