“They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.” — 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
“Rosie laughs. She reaches around Silas’s neck—he looks taller, older than normal—and twirls the hair at the nape of his neck around her fingers.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Here I am, saving your lives, bitten and scarred and wounded for you, and you don't even know it.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Maybe I'm a masochist, but watching them together would hurt, sting with jealousy and betrayal. Hurt would be something, at least, some feeling to… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
