Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.

My feelings were hurt. Once I started I couldn't seem to let it go. Be strange if the person who matters most in the whole world couldn't hurt your feelings, wouldn't it?

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.