Grace McDermott

“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth.”
“Then your name, mein Herr.”
He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. “No.”
“Why?”
“So you will forget me,” he said simply. “You cannot love a man with no name.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“What’s the use of running, if we are on the wrong road.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong