I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

I've always been a reader and a writer.

A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.