“Nothing can kill me." "Everyone has a weakness." He stared at her. "I have no weakness of flesh. Only a weakness of you.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I could feel an old reaction from him—his emotions trying to curl around and sever the heavy, girded ties between us. Leaving first before… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Make new friends, stand up for yourself, be the best Ren you could be. Christian would be pleased. I touched the bracelet around my… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“—watching as a galaxy was born, cosmic events swirling in endless lines and patterns around it. Endless possibilities and explorations. I reached out with… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Leandred never uses magic without reason. He’s not going to freak out and do magic because he experiences emotion. It’s doubtful, anyway.” Patrick shrugged.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I grabbed Constantine and my fingers scrabbled for any bare skin I could find, pushing cloak and shirt aside for unhampered touch, face digging… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“For a time, I had hoped I might find the end of your wire. Then it became more of a chore,” Constantine said jadedly.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Darling, no,” Constantine said. “Love admit-and-runners don't get to have a say.” He smiled slowly. “I'll remember that.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“He wrapped his fingers into my hair, the movement gentling almost immediately, but palms still firm against my cheeks. “I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere. And… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“There was something special about sunrise. I just preferred to experience it behind closed eyelids.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“His warm fingers slid along my cheek, then wrapped into my hair. He leaned down to rest his forehead against mine and closed his… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“He needed instructions. I was going to be dead after he killed me and he wouldn't be able to use the recording spell. I” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Constantine's face softened. “Perhaps.” He touched my cheek and wiped the silver-gold tear there. Mindful of the crowd, I pulled fingers through my tangled… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
