I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As

He Put His Cold Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Fixed His Golden Eyes On Mine. "would You Please Tell Me What You're Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

Que Quowle" -stay With Me Forever-

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.