Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason—in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe’s life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.