We see ourselves in other peopleโs eyes. Itโs the nature of the human race; we are a species of reflection, hungry for it in every facet of our existence. Maybe thatโs why vampires seem so monstrous to usโthey cast no reflection. Parents, if theyโre good ones, reflect the wonder of our existence and the success we can become. Friends, well chosen, show us pretty pictures of ourselves, and encourage us to grow into them. The Beast shows us the very worst in ourselves and makes us know itโs true .
Karen Marie MoningI'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and I take it.' Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now? 'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.
Karen Marie MoningBut he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.
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