“-Me has dicho que no dura, que desear ser feliz nunca dura. Así que lo que me haría sentir completa es formar… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“what did you think would happen—best case? She’ll forget about you when you return to Caliban, you know that. Or do you… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most. — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
I became an ifrit to save the lives of my fellow jinn. What kind of life saver would I be if I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I hesitate, then put my other hand on top of his. We're partners. Always have been, even when I hate him, when he's a… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“When they attack her, I scream until my voice is hoarse so I don't have to hear the shredding sounds.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“No importa si no te entienden, lo que importa es que tengas el valor de decirlo.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“So, did you see that community center I was talking about?” “What? Where?” “We walked right past it, just before that grocery store. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I don't care anymore. Even if she never speaks to me again because of the press, she's worth it. She makes me a person,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You need some help, Rosie?” His footsteps quicken behind me, and before I can respond, I feel his calloused hands on my waist. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Would I trade that in, give it away for the hunt? I stumble down the stairs of a subway. No. I couldn’t trade it… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“We’ll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing,” she ventures, more to Silas than me. “Though how the hell are we supposed to hunt?… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“The air feels sugary and thick, between the coffee steam and the music, and I forget to notice time passing, hours passing.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Oh god. Screwtape, I hate you.” I cry and laugh in the same breath as I trudge toward them. My clothes are covered in… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
