“Stoker’s smile was slow and terrible. ‘You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?’ He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. ‘You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her.’ He stepped to the edge of the rock. ‘I love her enough to die for her.’
And without another word, he disappeared over the edge of the rock and into the blackness of the sea.”
―
Deanna Raybourn,
A Dangerous Collaboration