Johanna

“Je t’ai aimée pendant mille et un. –R.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“But—I’m leaving.”
Not without me.”
― Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire

“She heard Rowan awake with a start before he reconciled himself to his surroundings. His back scraped across the trunk of the tree as he slid sideways--trying to see around the branch she was sitting on to get a look at her.
"Are you awake?" he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.
"Yeah."
"Did you sleep at all?"
"No." She heard him mumble something to himself and decided to cut him off before he could scold her again. "My butt did, though. Slept like a log all night."
"Well, obviously, your butt has more sense than you do."
"You're a funny man, Rowan whatever your last name is."
"Fall."
"I'd rather not."
She managed to get a tiny chuckle out of him, which she considered a huge achievement. Rowan stood up on his branch, bringing his head level with Lily's, and started to untie her. His lips were still pursed in a near smile.
"My name is Rowan Fall.”
― Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire

“There comes a day when every girl loses the stars in her eyes. And then she can see clearly.”
― Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire