Loneliness in a crowd of people was the worst kind of loneliness, but she couldn't help it.

Luce: "But what about all those other times, when I die before we kiss, before--" Bill: "Before you even have a chance to see how toxic your relationship might become?

Please don't worry. I will always come for you. I won't let you go until you understand that." "Then I refuse to understand," she said.

Luce didn't know how to pull away from Cam.

She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart. She could, at that moment, have died for him.

What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.

Across the room, she heard a loud clatter. She looked up to see that Roland ahd fallen out of his chair. The last time she'd glanced at him, he'd been leaning back on tw legs, and now it looked like gravity had finally won. As he stumbled to his feet, Arriane went to help him. She glanced over and offered a hurried wave. "He's okay!" she called cheerily. "Get up!" she whispered loudly to Roland.