What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.

This was weird. The thing that could have driven two friends instantly apart was actually drawing them closer together.

Arriane sized her up, tapping one finger against her lips. "Perfect," she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through Luce's. "I was just thinking I could really use a new slave.

I don’t know how you can stand it. Over and over again, the same sadness—” He lifted her up. “The same ecstasy—” “The same fire that kills everything—” “The same passion that ignites it all again. You don’t know. You can’t remember how wonderful—” “I’ve seen it. I do know.

Gorgeous, glowing rays of light...This was what true beauty and goodness looked like-- a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.

They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.