" May the Ancients lay damned in their prison until this world ceased to be.
For Aon had loved her.
When she stood from the ground after being tossed from that horse in the woods, when she stood against all that had been levied upon her, he wanted her. When she offered him nothing but contempt, he adored her. When she feared him and desired him all the same, he hungered for her. When she held such compassion for him, he was transfixed.
But when he had first laid eyes upon her, in his dreams as she reached to touch his mask as he lay in his crypt, his heart was already hers. "

― Kathryn Ann Kingsley , King of Shadows (The Masks of Under #2)