“He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn't kiss her though--just leaned kissably close and asked, "Will… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“She might scream when the nightmares found her, but not by choice, not when she was awake.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something. ” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“Whatever this fearlessness, this strength, this difference was, she was starting to like it.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine.… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“-"Leslie? What are you doing?" -"Choosing. I'm mine. Not anyone else's." -"I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“I'm not happy," she whispered. "I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
As a lifelong romance reader, it's always satisfying to get to talk to other romance readers! — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her." Niall turned his gaze to Irial. "What would you do?" "Blind myself,… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“It was her choice. In a world where so many choices weren't hers, it was a wonderful thing.” — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you? — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
