his pale eyes blazed with the power of what he felt for…

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

— Ann Aguirre

“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and…

— Ann Aguirre

There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it…

— Ann Aguirre

I wanted proof, not promises.

— Ann Aguirre

“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.”

— Ann Aguirre

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist…

— Ann Aguirre

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

— Ann Aguirre

“The strong survive.”

— Ann Aguirre

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

— Ann Aguirre

“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story…

— Ann Aguirre

“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your…

— Ann Aguirre

“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative…

— Ann Aguirre

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count…

— Ann Aguirre

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag…

— Ann Aguirre

“It hurts, but then, what doesn't? Pain proves that we're alive, gives us the ability to appreciate pleasure - everything in balance, everything in…

— Ann Aguirre