“The forest was, Devan thought, strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad.” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Need that had surged to real pain, adoration that had become like worship, like obsession. ~Conrad” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“The forest was, Devan thought, strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad.” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“The forest was strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad. ~Devan” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“I just feel so guilty.” Her stinging eyes burned with fresh tears. “I don't know why I can't ... I can't...” “Make love to… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Which side is yours?” “They're both mine,” he answered mirthfully, having gotten a good bit of teasing over the years for his indiscriminate sprawling.… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I feel like I connect more deeply with the characters in novels than with people I meet in real life. Maybe because in… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“But looking at you was nothing like looking at those pictures. When I first saw,” he said, looking down at her chest, then up… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Once you start creating something with the expectation of sharing it with the world, whether a commercial public or even your own friends, it… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“Khalid?” It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
“He knows first hand that her pleasure will punish her.And wanting to punish her, he will please her” — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
