Tallis is a beautiful and terrible thing. Fearsome and alluring. Just like the forest in many ways... But it's written all over that handsome, pale face of yours; you like her.

Thais believed that in defeat the downtrodden, courageous soul would rise with the fiercest determination for victory. That is when the true spirit of warriors shined through and soared. A new day would dawn and with it a renewed hope would rise above the blood and the ash, strengthening even the weakest and igniting a birth of revolution.

You have family, only a brother you clearly don't like to speak about. Fine. That's all right.' She ran her fingers through her hair. 'But don't ever say dreams are a waste. It's a miracle I can still speak of dreams and futures after all I've been through. There's love in this world, Thristan, love that can encompass the heart abiding in humans' mortal, fragile bodies. And there are stupid little humans like me, dreamers, who believe one day they'll find it.

My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!

She considered him further and decided he could definitely pass for a pirate. No, she thought, correcting herself. More like a sea captain, a younger version of the captain from that old movie where the pretty woman rents an old sea captain's house only to find the place haunted by the sea captain himself.She let out a heavy breath. Man, she loved that movie.

Why?'He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. 'Because... You're you.

Vincent made his way closer to the group and shuffled his feet while he watched them embrace. Breccan's head remained buried in the huddle while his large hand reached out, grabbed Vincent's good wing, and pulled the archangel into the fold.

Such anger. Do you want to talk about it?' Vincent called out. When there was no reply, Vincent picked up the whistling where he'd left off, smiling at the success of wreaking havoc on Darius. Vincent didn't hate Darius, or any other Gwarda for that matter, he simply got pleasure from messing with the race.

Hope is an enthusiastic assurance.

Hi there. I am the Gwarda, Breccan, the good-looking, sweet one.' He winked. 'The one thundering, yet, remaining aloof,' he said loudly and continued, 'is Darius. He's a savage, you know,' he said quietly, leaning closer like he was telling her a secret.