It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can'tโso I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if notโ" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.
Alyson NoelYou canโt go back, Ever. You canโt change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.
Alyson NoelHaven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.
Alyson NoelHe looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bitsโa kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.
Alyson NoelWell, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo." He pauses, seeing the blank look on my face and groaning when he says, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!" He shakes his head and laughs. "God, you make me feel old.
Alyson Noel