A Witch with a weak song is barely a Witch at all.

It’s hard to care about people when you’re always afraid you might lose them. But I think not caring is worse.

She shivered as the wind’s fingers painted her skin silver with moonlight.

Good and evil, joy and sorrow. All things strive for balance. And that means good and bad things end.

With wings like clear ice, the purple-black fairy flew down and pressed her tiny lips to Ilyenna’s. Suddenly, the cold embraced her like an old friend. She felt as if winter’s secrets were hidden somewhere deep inside her, waiting to be discovered.

Don't apologize for hurting me while you're doing it. It's hypocritical.

It's hard to care about people when you're always afraid you might lose them. But I think not caring is worse.

I can only control my actions, not their reactions," Senna replied. "But I have to live with both.

Something soft turn to stone within her. She had no choice. She had to fight. She had to win. She would learn. And then she'd free them.Or join them.

Without asking, he moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Drawing the necklace around her neck, he fastened the clasp. The amber felt cool against her sweltering skin. Lifting it, she rotated the pendant, watching as it caught the light. "It's lovely." Before she could change her mind, she dug into her pocket and shoved the rest of the coins into his hand.