“I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn't go through a single second without thinking about him.” — Heather James Copy Share Image
“Seclusion wasn't good for anyone; it made you forget how to protect yourself.” — Heather James Copy Share Image
“A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.” — Heather James Copy Share Image
“I sat down on the grass and looked up at Brae. He was still shirtless and - although it pained me a little to… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“Vincent laughed. "No, you still need to look like a Helian." "So I should burn everything to a crisp?" "Well, that would definitely get… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once” — Heather James Copy Share Image
“I closed my eyes and let a wave of heat pass over me, tingling right down into my fingertips. As my eyes flickered open… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“Your powers don't work in the rain do they? A little bit of water and your fire fizzles out? So Little Miss Perfect does… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“I forced myself to breathe deeply; perhaps they would have vanished. Perhaps I'd been imagining them because Brae was gone and I was scared… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“You will do as you are told the second you are told to do it. Is that clear?' 'I'm not six mother, I think… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“While they argued, the pain blazed on. My blood boiled in my veins. Why was I doing this? Was he worth all of this… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“Well, most people would have said 'thank you' after they'd been given help, and then I would have responded to that with 'you're welcome'.… — Heather James Copy Share Image
“Poor girl," I said, letting my eyes lock with hers for a moment before turning to face Cin again, weaving my hand possessively around… — Heather James Copy Share Image
