“Staring at his neck with its star and telltale amulet was like staring at something timeless, ancestral, immortal in me, in him, in both of us, begging to be rekindled and brought back from its millenary sleep.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“It's gone." You know, because it was never there in the first place, and I was staring at her neck like a starved vampire. Good times.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
