" It didn’t seem possible. Yet there was no denying that photo. She was gone from him. I’ll never hear her voice again. Never wake up with her hand tangled in his hair. Never again have her stick her cold feet on his back whenever she got in bed with him… He would even miss the way she always stole food off his plate before he had a chance to taste it. Those things had made him snap at her. They’d made him crazy. I would sell my soul to feel those icy feet shock my skin one more time… How could the gods have done this to him? Had he not suffered enough in his wretched life? Was he not allowed one shred of happiness after all he’d been through? Damn you all! In "
― Sherrilyn Kenyon , Born of Silence (The League: Nemesis Rising #5)