But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
"I remember." whispers the darkness, almost kindly, as if he's not the one who cursed her.
Sayfa 77
And then he pulls her to him. A lover's embrace. He is smoke and skin, air and bone, and when his mouth presses against hers, the first thing she tastes is the turning of the seasons, the moment when dusk gives way to night.
Sayfa 47