“There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.” “If you… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
