“I didn’t know whether it was the wine or the night air that held its sway over me, but I felt alive. I looked up at Beau’s cloudy gray eyes and wondered what he was thinking. At the time, I… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I could feel it then like I feel it now, like a palpable thing inside me, like a physical touch; what we shared was not accidental and nothing close to normal. It was not imagined or fabricated out of loneliness or the conditions under which we were brought to New Haven. It was given to us, meant only for us.… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share
“I was the perfect tool of manipulation, built for deceit and complete with a hunger for immortal souls, but I would use these tools… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“Every word from Kismet’s mouth sounded like poetry spoken with the most fervent passion one could conjure up. I couldn’t understand how he could… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I hated and admired this hunter. I once gave him my heart and soul. Since then, I had given him more and more of… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“His voice was terrifying and seemed to scrape across my skin as if it were a tangible thing. Something inside me agreed, as if… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I learned that love wasn't a magical thing. It was something more like hormones and sensations. It was tolerance and patience. It was accepting one another despite our differences and forgiving each other even when the other didn't deserve it. Love, for Beau and I, was anything but easy. It boiled down to us understanding one another and learning to… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share
“I felt electric when he touched me. I’d had crushes before; when your body melts and tingles but this was different. It was like… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I realized then that it was a game we were playing; from the very beginning. But we weren’t playing the same game and when… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“As we flew down the highway I started to think seriously about what I was doing and what would happen. I felt Beau’s hand slide over mine, holding my hands tighter to his chest. It was then I realized that I didn’t care what was going to happen. I didn’t care that we had just left everything I knew or… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share
“The underlying mechanics of the relationship between ACT and the Anomalies became perfectly clear: We were right to hide from them. And they were… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I don’t remember my life before being brought to New Haven.” — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know whether it was the wine or the night air that held its sway over me, but I felt alive. I looked… — Jessica Marie Gilliland Copy Share Image
