“She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and gave a wicked laugh, and still he kissed her. Not out of desperation or hope or for luck, but simply because he wanted to. Saints, he wanted to. He… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“We thought it was drops of dew and kissed cold tears from the crossgrass.” — Jónas Hallgrímsson Copy Share Image
