| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 819bb97 | "Go ahead, spit it out," she muttered. "You look..." Like a goddess of love and war and hope and ecstasy. Like a glimmering star that I have somehow been blessed to hold. Like the rest of my life. "...nice." He wanted to kick himself." | space-opera star-wars | Christie Golden | |
| aa341d7 | "He frowned. "Jedi aren't without emotion. We're allowed to grieve." "Perhaps," Ventress allowed, "but somehow I don't think most Jedi try to drown the pain with alcohol and slam their fists on the table." | quinlan-vos space-opera star-wars | Christie Golden |