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1 " Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.Expect...he didn't anymore. "
― Kelly Creagh , Oblivion (Nevermore, #3)
2 " Though Isobel could recall only a few specifics regrading the appearance of Poe's wife-a handful of vague characteristics picked up during her study with Varen, retained from the one or two glimpses she'd had for her portraits- Scrimshaw, it seemed, had forgotten nothing. "
3 " He hated himself," Gwen said. "You just got caught in the cross fire. "
4 " I love you." Isobel said. Because even if the words could not stop what was coming, they were still her first and sole defense."I know," Varen surprised her by saying as he turned away. "That's why you're gone. "
5 " Not anymore, though," he said. "And I guess that's the one perk of loving a dead girl. She never changes. "
6 " You loved her," Isobel said."Worshipped," Scrimshaw corrected. "But more ludicrous than that, let us not forget, she loved me." He gave a short ironic laugh. "Not just him-the poet. But me as well. I, the epitome of our own penchant for self-destruction. Do you know how difficult...how impossible such a feat must have been? "
7 " It can't really be you," he said. "I know it can't.""Why not?" Isobel asked, offering him a rueful smile. "I mean, don't you think it's at all romantic, the idea that love could conquer death? "
8 " Hush a-bye my little birdHush a-bye my childI have lost a love so greatOh, woe is me. "
9 " You were dropped as a child, weren't you?" Varen asked her."Maybe once or twice," Gwen said, "but at least I wasn't raised by highly literate vampires who, every night just before bed, fed me a steady diet of dark sarcasm and gothic horror fiction.""Every morning before bed," Varen corrected. Stepping forward, he moved toward the headstone. "We slept during the day. "