Nan

“Katrijn reached out for the pommel. Ever so lightly, she touched the tip of her finger to the gem. Then she cupped it, gently, in her palm, before pulling away. She looked up at him.

“When you go home to your family, will you put the Moon back in the sky?”

“I will,” Tom said. “And every night, when you look up and see it, you’ll know I’m thinking of you.”

She flung herself at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and whispered in his ear.
“Ik hou van je, Tom.”

He closed his eyes and held her. “I love you, too, Katrijn.”
― Kevin Sands, Call of the Wraith

“…I am glad the rain is coming down hard. It’s the way I feel inside.”
― Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

“How do you find what you already know?”

“I step aside and let my mind find it”
― Kevin Sands, Mark of the Plague

“THIS IS MADNESS,” TOM HISSED.
"You said that already,” I whispered.
“And yet, here we are, still doing it. So, if you don’t mind: This is madness.”
― Kevin Sands, The Blackthorn Key