Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He bent his head and brushed my lips with his. His hair spilled against my forehead, sleek and startling. Shock held me… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“That face." He finally came around the table, closing the distance between us, and I knew, I just knew he was going… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Are you mine?" I asked, low knowing the answer already. "Completely." His voice thrummed with conviction. And oh, I liked it. "So… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Edmund cleared his throat. "Pretty as a picture, isn't she?" Fade only nodded. His hungry stare brought color to my cheeks, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“It hurts, but then, what doesn't? Pain proves that we're alive, gives us the ability to appreciate pleasure - everything in balance, everything in… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
