“You’ll do fine.””What, you’re psychic now?””Didn’t you know?” he asks seriously. “Must be an aftereffect of the bond.”

“Oh, Lily,” He says shaking his head. “I know about love. About wanting and dreaming and wishing with every part of your soul. I know enough to reconize the parts that are real and teh parts that are only in my fantasy.” Ge turns his head slightly to face me, and I find myself saying,”L-like what?””Like when she cries and my heart tears in to little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget the source of her sadness.” His face is blank, emotionless. his words -and the underlying emotion bombarding me through the bond- more than make up for it. “That’s real.”my voice is barely a whisper when I ask, “And fantasy?””Believing she’ll ever feel the same way.”

“I don’t believe it,’ Quince says with absolute certainty. ‘ I don’t believe anything magical can make someone more in love.’ […] He looks me right in the eye as he says, ‘Love is already the strongest magic in the world.”