“In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figment of the hero's own imagination. In preferring dreams to reality, the hero dooms himself. He would rather risk a physical death than the death of his beloved illusion.” — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“You’re gone again. I am bereft again. I can’t concentrate on anything. I relive our one day together until all traces of the present… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“It was her favorite story, that she remembers, but she would be hard-pressed to retell it now, faithfully, as it had been told to… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“An endless scream pierced the frigid night air and shook the world with its rage and sorrow. The aged stone and brick that had… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figment of the hero's own imagination. In preferring dreams to reality, the hero… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“He lowered his head, his mouth on her neck. “You’re all I think about. I can’t breathe without you in my head, my body,… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that,… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“When asked out, I am hesitant, my glance straying to the beeefy, 400-page mystery thriller lounging seductively on the nightstand next to my bed,… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“He felt that he had always been there, among the apple trees, watching for the woman in the tower to come to her window.… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“Without looking at him, Sera could feel Andrew brooding and watching her. Something was about to happen, is happening. She was bothered by his… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
“You were always meant for me. And I, for you. All along from the beginning, we were moving towards each other even though we… — Ava Zavora Copy Share Image
