“I dreamt of Slade. They were painful dreams, beautiful dreams, and harrowing dreams… dreams that both haunted me and lifted me to such heights of happiness... He was too dark, too angelic, too wicked and sinful and holy for me.… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“Annabelle, if there is one thing I’ve learned over my years watching and protecting humans, it’s that we can talk about black and white… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“Slade was more alive, more tormented and afflicted and lovely than I had ever dreamed over the past few weeks. And the electricity between… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“Prophecies are a funny thing. They’re nothing but lengthy riddles that only a blessed few can unravel, and yet people hang on to their… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“I dreamt of Slade. They were painful dreams, beautiful dreams, and harrowing dreams… dreams that both haunted me and lifted me to such heights… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“Lily, I know you like your independence. You nearly suffocate me with it whenever I see you. I know you can take care of… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“Nur you’re all I can see. You are everywhere, the scorching sunshine, the sound of my feet when I run, the thump in my… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
“What a way to die. In the arms of a beautiful immortal, his mouth locked on your skin and his fangs so deep inside… — A.P. Bartels Copy Share Image
