“Constantine's face softened. “Perhaps.” He touched my cheek and wiped the silver-gold tear there. Mindful of the crowd, I pulled fingers through my tangled hair and checked our spells for something to do that didn’t include responding to that touch.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Nothing can kill me." "Everyone has a weakness." He stared at her. "I have no weakness of flesh. Only a weakness of you.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I could feel an old reaction from him—his emotions trying to curl around and sever the heavy, girded ties between us. Leaving first before someone could leave him. But he stepped physically closer again, as if he couldn't bear to do it. I took a step into him and grabbed his cheeks with both hands, forcing his head down. “I'm… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share
“Make new friends, stand up for yourself, be the best Ren you could be. Christian would be pleased. I touched the bracelet around my… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“—watching as a galaxy was born, cosmic events swirling in endless lines and patterns around it. Endless possibilities and explorations. I reached out with… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Leandred never uses magic without reason. He’s not going to freak out and do magic because he experiences emotion. It’s doubtful, anyway.” Patrick shrugged.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I grabbed Constantine and my fingers scrabbled for any bare skin I could find, pushing cloak and shirt aside for unhampered touch, face digging into a warm throat like I was going to nest there. “He took it, he took it, tried to take all of it.” “Shhh.” Constantine's arms wrapped around me, and a bare palm pressed against the… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share
“For a time, I had hoped I might find the end of your wire. Then it became more of a chore,” Constantine said jadedly. “Would that you had been less aware, perhaps.” His eyes shifted to me. “Or maybe, it is just a good thing that events fell as they did.” Constantine smiled sharply. “So glad an Origin Mage fell… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share
“Darling, no,” Constantine said. “Love admit-and-runners don't get to have a say.” He smiled slowly. “I'll remember that.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“He wrapped his fingers into my hair, the movement gentling almost immediately, but palms still firm against my cheeks. “I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere. And neither is anyone else.” A sob started to form in my throat, and I had to look away. Down at his chest where I could see his heart beating and his magic pulsing. To the other… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share
“There was something special about sunrise. I just preferred to experience it behind closed eyelids.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
