“The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion,… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“I thought I saw my entire future once, every moment of it, until the day of my death. I spent it in… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“This is ridiculous! I am going to look like I just hopped out of the hooker version of Alice in Wonderland.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“I have faith in us as a family, and our friends. I think we will survive because we don’t wish to harm… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.” “If you… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
