Quote by Laurell K. Hamilton
““I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, “Merry, Merry, Merry.” I clung to him, wordless, and wept.””
““I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, “Merry, Merry, Merry.” I clung to him, wordless, and wept.””
