“[Malick] didn't move when Fen leaned in again, slowly closed his eyes, slid his hand up to cup Malick's cheek and replaced his fingertips with his lips again--light and sweet and warm, and so...private. Profound, maybe.” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“[Malick] didn't move when Fen leaned in again, slowly closed his eyes, slid his hand up to cup Malick's cheek and replaced his fingertips… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Yeah, you're fucked up, baby." He smiled a little and kissed Fen again. "'S part of what I love about you.” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“And that voice. Malick would never say so, because the circumstance that had wrought it had been...rather terrible, but Fen's rough-raspy voice really did… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Ah, Joori--couldn't live with him, couldn't chop him up for stew.” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“You've invented your own way of being, and perhaps it might be 'odd' to one who has no idea of the life you've led,… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Have it your way, then. Pretend you don't hear your own voice inside the din. Pretend its not telling you things you don't want… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Caidi to Jacin: "Do you know why I love you?" Jacin: "No." Caidi: "Because you love so big, even when you don't want to.… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Giving his life for another means nothing to him, because he can always have more, but for you, he'll give up his soul.” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Malick reached up and gently fingered strands of matted chestnut out of Fen's eyes. Almost enspelled.” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“Malick to Jacin: "There is no trade anymore, you're not nothing, you didn't kill Caidi, you're going to be the most beautiful-dangerous Incendiary the… — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
“He was intensity. He was strength. He was driving will and stubborn determination. He was reckless passion and guarded distrust. He was fucking beautiful .” — Carole Cummings Copy Share Image
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