He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
... Where did you go?” “Down below.” “Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals.” Funny. I thought the same… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives,… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
