" Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders.
"The Stone," she laughed.
"I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you. "

― Rene Denfeld , The Child Finder (Naomi Cottle, #1)