Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

And after I act as your intermediary and he takes you back to Faery, then what?" "Then all will be made right, and I'll be invincible again." She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what happens to me? While you may be the most important thing to your egotistical little self in your narcissistic little world, guess what— so am I in mine.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

You'll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be just a wave (...) Waves are banal. Tsunamis reshape the Earth