Dianna Hardy

It__ only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare._ Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper__ bite. __et me degrade you, Katherine.

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death _ the woman that stirred him to life.

He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes __ove_.

She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.

Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician _ and we were all born to be magicians.

He pulled out a dagger from ... she wasn't sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there? (Amy's thoughts, The Witching Pen)

I'm hoping you end up happily married to the man of your dreams and have a hoard of beautiful kids that'll keep you on your toes by turning your neighbours into various types of pond-life." He then shot her his signature grin. "But if it happens to be me, then I wouldn't say no."(Karl to Elena in The Witching Pen)

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.

How can you lose me? You__e owned me from the first moment I saw you.

She waited for him with shallow breaths, head thrown back, eyes half closed, completely exposed in her trust of him, and it unravelled the last thread holding him together.

It certainly is a puzzle._ He turned back to the broken road. __ut sometimes to find the answer, you have to take a leap of faith.

Hope _ or perhaps delusion _ was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.

Everything that matters hurts, until it doesn't matter anymore.

Some wounds were worth bearing for the healing they brought.

We were immortal, did you know that? Did you feel it like me? We had the world at our feet and we were going to live forever. Then came life _ growing inside you _ and I became mortal.

We must be careful with our words _ we__e like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others_

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other _ I was looking for you.